Wednesday October 30 2019

09:00 Lois and I drive over to the small town of Bishop's Cleeve, 3 miles north of Cheltenham, because Lois has an appointment at 9:30 am with the local clinic's physiotherapist to talk about her back and hip problems.

Bishop's Cleeve Village Clinic, where Lois has

an appointment with the physiotherapist

I drop her off in front of the clinic and head into the local supermarket to buy a few things, including candy bags in case we get visits from little trick-or-treat enthusiasts tomorrow night. 

Afterwards, I pop into the local hardware store to buy two padlocks I can use to lock our garden gate and shed: there's been a bit of a security craze recently  in the neighbourhood, after our neighbours opposite, John and Miriam, on the other side of the road, got a visit from a burglar last week.

the local Tesco supermarket where I buy candy bags

in case we are visited by trick-or-treat enthusiasts tomorrow night

Cleeve Supplies, the local hardware store,

where I buy two padlocks, in case we are visited by a burglar - yikes !!!

The current wave of security mania dates back ultimately to a decision by George W Bush in 2007 to improve security at the White House (source: Onion News).

WASHINGTON, DC – Citing a need for increased national security measures President Bush has added 8 inches to the 12-foot fence surrounding his residence at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

"The president has always been a strong proponent of domestic security, and this brave decision says to any potential burglar that if you want to get into his house, you will have an extra eight inches to contend with," said White House press secretary Tony Snow at a news conference Monday.

Snow added that the president will also leave the TV and the lights on every time he and the first lady go out. "In addition, the president has got another guard-dog, and from now on, the garage doors will always be closed." While Snow denied rumours that Bushes was considering moving to a safer neighbourhood nearby, he did concede that the new "This White House Protected by a Home Security System" sign on the front lawn is actually just a clever deterrent.

George W Bush - Improved security at the White House in 2007

It has taken Lois and me a long time, but eventually we are "on board" with Bush's ideas! And the padlocks were a little expensive, at £5 apiece, or so, but I consider them a good investment, and I'm considering emailing Donald Trump so I can recommend to him these padlocks, including the store where I bought them: they only have 2 of them left, so Donald must act fast, no doubt about that! I suspect Bush might have forgotten about the The White House’s garden gate and garden shed.

And Cleeve Supplies can only benefit from getting the president's interest in their business. I sometimes worry about the future of the store - I am their only customer most days - yikes !!!

11:00 I pick up Lois after her appointment. While sitting in the clinic's waiting room, I get a whatsapp call from Sarah, our daughter in Perth, Australia. She wants to ask Lois for advice on the first pumpkin she has ever had to prepare. She sends me a photo of it too. I tell her that the pumpkin is really scary, to put it mildly!

  

Sarah's pumpkin in their kitchen in Perth, Australia

I'm just an old crow, so I still find it very bizarre to say the least that I can be sitting in a waiting room in Bishop's Cleeve and talking to my daughter who is on the other side of the world, 9000 miles from here. What madness !!!!

11:30 Lois and I drive home. The physiotherapist has given Lois a set of exercises that she must do 5 times a day, which is nice.

We relax with a cup of coffee and afterwards I start clearing up and vacuuming all over the house because Scilla's U3A Old Norse group is holding its regular fortnightly meeting here this afternoon at 2:30 pm.

13:00 We have lunch and afterwards I go to bed and take a short afternoon nap. I get up at 2pm and prepare for Scilla's group meeting.

For the second time, Lois has decided to join in the meeting, which is nice. And I put another extra chair at the table because Scilla has said she has met a Swedish woman living in Cheltenham who is interested in joining the group.

14; 30 Group members ring at the door, but unfortunately no Swedish woman shows up - Scilla tells us that the woman has changed her mind - she apparently bought a copy of Njal's saga in Engish and unfortunately decided it was too violent. Those crazy Swedes !!!

But I sympathize a little with the woman. Some of the fights between the farmers in the saga are a bit over the top, to put it mildly. But the opponents always make peace with each other later, except for when one (or both) of them are dead, which is nice, I have to say. The whole thing is just a bit of fun, after all. See this example from Chapter 63, which we will be reading for Scilla's next group meeting, scheduled for November 13:

Good grief, what a crazy world they lived in in those times !!!! And extra proof if proof were needed that a farmer's life has always been tough, no matter what country you come from, no doubt about that !!!!

typical scenes from the annual conference of the

Icelandic National Farmers' Union Union (INBU)

16:00 The meeting ends and members leave. Lois and I relax with a cup of tea and a biscuit on the couch.

18:00 We have dinner. Lois eventually decides not to attend her sect's weekly Bible class, due to take place tonight in Tewkesbury library, and in fact, the class is later cancelled anyway, due to traffic problems around the M5 motorway. The motorway has been closed to traffic all day, after police found a body on the road shortly after midnight. They've closed the motorway so they can investigate and look for evidence and clues, and the like, but the downside is that there has been mega traffic chaos all over the area. My god, what madness !!!!

20:00 We are exhausted again. We spend the rest of the evening listening to the radio and watching some television. We hear an interesting radio show in the series SLICE: Politics and Personality (part 2) "L" = "Likes". The programme's host is the charming Jolyon Jenkins.

Cambridge Analytica discovered that it was just as good to count people’s Facebook ‘likes’ as to try to persuade them to take conventional psychological questionnaires – it was actually better, quicker and cheaper too.

And it turns out that Facebook users who like Hello Kitty score high on openness but low on conscientiousness, agreeableness, and mental stability. It's lucky that Lois and I both don't like Hello Kitty - I have to say! Of course we haven’t told anybody about this – until now – yikes! I think I just gave the game away. Damn!!!!

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzz !!!!

Danish translation: onsdag den 30. oktober 2019

09:00 Lois og jeg kører over til den lille by Bishops Cleeve, der ligger 3 miles nord for Cheltenham, fordi Lois har en aftale kl 09:30 hos den lokale kliniks fysioterapeut, for at tale om sine ryg- og hofteproblemer.

Bishops Cleeve Village Clinic, hvor Lois har en aftale hos fysioterapeuten

Jeg sætter hende af foran klinikken og smutter ind i det lokale supermarked for at købe et par ting, inklusive slikposer for det tilfælde af, at vi får besøg fra små trick-or-treat entusiaster i morgen aften. Bagefter kigger jeg ind i den lokale isenkræmmerforretning, for at købe to hængelåse, jeg kan bruge for at låse vores havelåge og haveskur: der har været lidt af en sikkerhedsmani for nylig i nabolaget, efter vores genboer, John og Miriam, på den anden side af vejen, fik besøg af en indbrudstyv sidste uge.

det lokale Tesco-supermarked, hvor jeg køber nogle slikposer

for det tilfælde, vi får besøg af trick-or-treat entusiaster i morgen aften

Cleeve Supplies, den lokale isenkræmmerforretning,

hvor jeg køber to hængelåse, for det tilfælde vi får besøg af en indbrudstyv – yikes!!!

Den nuværende bølge af sikkerhedsmani kan dateres af en beslutning af George W Bush i 2007 at forbedre sikkerheden på det Hvide Hus (kilde: Onion News).

WASHINGTON, DC - Præsident Bush henviste til et behov for øgede nationale sikkerhedsforanstaltninger da han tilføjede 8 tommer til det 12-fods hegn, der omgiver hans bopæl ved 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

"Præsidenten har altid været en stærk fortaler for indenrigssikkerhed, og denne modige beslutning siger til enhver potentiel indbrudstyv, at hvis du vil komme ind i hans hus, vil du have en ekstra otte tommer til at kæmpe med," sagde White Husets pressesekretær Tony Snow på en nyhedsmøde mandag.

Snow tilføjede, at præsidenten også vil forlade tv'et og lysene tændt hver gang han og den første dame går ud. "Desuden fik præsidenten en anden vagthund, og fra nu af vil garageportene altid være lukket." Mens Snow benægtede rygter om, at Bushes overvejede at flytte til en mere sikker forstad i nærheden, bekræftede han, at det nye "Dette Hvide Hus beskyttet af et hjemmesikkerhedssystem" tegn på den forreste græsplæne faktisk bare er et smart afskrækkende middel.

George W Bush – forbedrede sikkerheden på det Hvide Hus i 2007

Det har taget Lois og mig en lang tid, men omsider er vi ”ombord” med Bush’ idéer! Og hængelåsene var lidt dyre, på 5£ pr stykke, eller deromkring, men jeg betragter dem som en god investering, og jeg overvejer at sende en email til Donald Trump, så jeg kan anbefaler ham de her hængelåse, også den butik, hvor jeg købte dem: de har kun 2 af dem tilbage, så Donald må agere hurtigt, ingen tvivl om det! Jeg mistænker, at Bush kunne have glemt om bygningens havelåge og haveskur.

Og Cleeve Supplies kan kun nyde godt af at få præsidentens interesse for forretningen. Jeg bekymrer mig af og til om butikkens fremtid – jeg er de fleste dage deres eneste kunde – yikes!!!

11:00 Jeg afhenter Lois efter hendes aftale. Mens jeg sidder i klinikkens ventesal, får jeg et whatsapp-opkald  fra Sarah, vores datter i Perth, Australien. Hun vil bede Lois om råd, hvad angår det første græskar, hun nogensinde har måttet forberede. Hun sender mig et foto af det også. Jeg fortæller hende, at græskarret er sandelig skræmmende, for at sige mildt!

Sarahs græskar i Perth, Australien

Jeg er bare en gammel krage, så finder jeg det stadig meget bizart, for at sige mildt, at jeg kan sidde i et ventesal i Bishops Cleeve og tale med min datter, der er i den anden side af verden, 9000 miles herfra. Sikke et vanvid!!!!

11:30 Vi kører hjem. Fysioterapeuten har givet Lois et sæt øvelser, som hun skal dyrke 5 gange om dagen, hvilket er rart.

Vi slapper af med en kop kaffe og bagefter går jeg i gang med at rydde op og støvsuge overalt i huset, fordi Scillas U3A oldnordiske gruppe holder sit regelmæssige fjortendagsmøde i eftermiddag kl 14:30 hos os.

13:00 Vi spiser frokost og bagefter går jeg i seng for at tage en kort eftermiddagslur. Jeg står op kl 14 og forbereder mig på Scillas gruppemøde.

For den 2. gang har Lois besluttet at være med til mødet, hvilket er rart. Jeg sætter en ekstra stol ved bordet, fordi Scilla har sagt, hun har mødt en svensk kvinde, der bor i Cheltenham, som interesserer sig for at melde sig ind i gruppen.

14;30 Gruppemedlemmer ringer på døren, men desværre dukker ingen svensk kvinde op – Scilla fortæller os, om kvinden har ombestemmet sig – hun købte et eksemplar af Njals saga, og besluttede desværre, det var for voldsom. De der vanvittige svenskere!!!

Men jeg sympatiserer lidt med kvinden. Nogle af slagsmålene mellem bondemændene i sagaen er lidt over the top, for at sige mildt. Men de modstandere forsoner sig altid med hinanden senere, bortset fra hverken den ene eller den anden (eller begge to) er døde, det må jeg nok sige! Det hele er bare lidt af sjov, på trods alt. Se dette eksempel fra kapitel 63, som vi skal læse i forberedelse på Scillas næste gruppemøde, bestemt til den 13. november:

Du godeste, sikke en skør verden de levede i i de der tider!!!! Og ekstra beviser på, hvis beviser blev behøvet, at en bondemands liv altid har været hårdt, uanset for hvilke land du stammer fra, ingen tvivl om det!!!!

typiske scener fra den årlige konference af den

Islandske Nationale Bondemænds (INB) fagforening

16:00 Mødet slutter og medlemmer skal af sted. Lois og jeg slapper af med en kop te og en kiks i sofaen.

18:00 Vi spiser aftensmad. Lois beslutter til sidst ikke at deltage i sin sekts ugentlige bibelklasse, der finder sted i aften i byen Tewkesburys bibliotek, og faktisk bliver klassen i hvert fald aflyst, på grund af trafikproblemer omkring M5-motorvejen. Motorvejen er blevet lukket for trafik hele dagen, efter politiet fandt et lig på vejen kort efter midnat,. De har lukket motorvejen, så de kan foretage en undersøgelse og lede efter beviser og spor, og den slags, men ulempen er, at der har været mega trafikkaos hele området over.  Du godeste, sikke et vanvid!!!!

20:00 Vi er udmattede igen. Vi bruger resten af aftenen på at lytte til radio og se lidt fjernsyn. Vi hører et interessant radioprogram i serien SLICE: Politics and Personality (2. del) ”L”= ”Likes”. Programmets vært er den charmerende Jolyon Jenkins.

Cambridge Analyica opdagede, at der var bedre, hurtigere, og billigere at tælle folks Facebook-likes, end at overtale dem til at fylde konventionelle psykologiske test osv. Og det viser sig også, at Facebook-brugere, som kan lide Hello Kitty scorer højt på åbenhed, men lavt på samvittighedsfuldhed, behagelighed, og mental stabilitet. Det er heldigt, at både Lois og jeg ikke kan lide Hello Kitty – det må jeg nok sige! Selvfølgelig har vi ikke sagt noget om dette – indtil nu  - yikes! Jeg synes, jeg lige har afsløret det hele – pokkers!!!!

22:00 Vi går i seng – zzzzzzzzz!!!!

Tuesday October 29 2019

09:00 Lois and I tumble out of the shower cubicle and I sit down with the computer. I devise a Hungarian vocabulary test that I want my friend "Magyar" Mike to take when he arrives at 10 am for our weekly "Hungarian hour" - I'm so demanding ha ha ha! But he will do the same for me: we have a habit of exchanging our respective vocabulary tests at the beginning of every "Hungarian hour."

10:00 Mike arrives and we study Hungarian for 60 minutes. Mike has aged a lot over the past 1-2 years, and he has a hard time remembering even the most basic Hungarian words. But we somehow manage to get through the hour and he says goodbye until next Tuesday.

Flashback to 1994 - "Magyar" Mike (right) in happier times,

together with our Hungarian friend, Laszlo.

Me in 1994 in Hungary on our visit to Laszlo’s weekend house

11:00 Mike leaves, and Lois and I rush into the backyard to do more weeding in the vegetable garden, part of our mini project to put the garden to bed for the winter. The weather girl has said that the rain will start again tomorrow night (Wednesday) and will continue for a few days thereafter - damn!

Lois and I continue to work on our mini-project

to put the garden to bed for the winter

13:00 We have lunch and afterwards I go to bed and take a gigantic afternoon nap. I feel exhausted again - damn (again)!!!

15:00 I get up and look at my smartphone and I get a bit of a shock to put it mildly. I browse the Danish news media and I read that scientists now believe that humanity may have originated in Botswana rather than East Africa (ekstrabladet.com / videnskab.dk) .

According to the article, if we go far enough back in time, we will find that all our ancestors lived in the wetlands that covered what is today the Makgadikgadi Salt Plains of north-eastern Botswana.

Yes, we all come from there, according to new genetic research, outlined on the videnskab.dk. website. Between 200,000 years ago and 130,000 years ago, humanity was confining itself to this area of ​​southern Africa, and only after that did we begin to migrate to the northeast and southwest, the study shows.

In the study, researchers examined databases with thousands of analyses of 'mitochondrial' DNA from across Africa. And their conclusion is that our ultimate place of origin can be identified with the Makgadikgadi salt plains, where elements of the Khoe San bushmen live today.

It is inconceivable, however, that mankind should have emerged and survived in the extreme environment that is today's Botswana salt plains. However according to climate models, 200,000 years ago the Makgadikgadi salt plains were part of a gigantic wetland left behind when a lake, which stretched all the way from Namibia to Zimbabwe, began to dry out.

Fascinating! But unfortunately, a Danish researcher has warned Botswana enthusiasts not to celebrate this astonishing result too soon - mitochondria are passed on only from mother to child, and therefore, humanity’s DNA could in theory have been influenced by a father from elsewhere in Africa, without this being visible in the mitochondrial DNA, says Danish scientist Mikkel Heide Schierup. The 'mitochondrial DNA' can, in principle, only tell us that in all our family trees a mother turned up in Botswana 200,000 years ago, but we may well have had a forefather from somewhere else in Africa.

mitochondrial Eve - did she actually come from Botswana?

My Goodness! Schierup may be right to be cautious, but I think there would have been tons of suitable men in Botswana who would have been more than happy to have the chance to make Eve pregnant - no doubt about that. And she would probably have had no need to mate with a stranger from some remote part of Africa, a so-called sex tourist perhaps.

I have a feeling that Eva was quite attractive - maybe she looked like a supermodel, but not so skinny. But I'm not entirely sure - the woman didn't leave behind any photos as far as I know apart from the one above, where she was clearly not looking her best (minimal make-up etc), so that's something the jury’s still out on.

And what was the headline at the time? “Area woman gives birth to first child - and it’s a "sapiens"” ????  And how did the report continue? ... “And the father is a local man / sex tourist from Tanzania, according to sources”? But after all when all's said and done, who would know, frankly, after all these years!!!! We have to resign ourselves to the fact that we'll probably never find out, and just "move on" !!!!!

It is well known that Scandinavians have a special system for differentiating the average man's 4 grandparents:  “mormor” (one’s mother's mother), “morfar” (one’s mother's father), “farmor” (one’s father's mother) and “farfar” (one’s father's father).

I am our grandchildren’s  “morfar” and Lois is their “mormor”, and it is through Lois that Eve's mitochondria are inherited by Alison and her children, out grandchildren. So Eve was Josie, Rosalind and Isaac's mormormormormormormormormor .... (about 600,000 times) ...mormormor. My god, what madness !!!!

Incidentally, Lois and I have an impressive collection of Scandi-themed teacups, thanks to Alison and Ed's 6-year stay in Copenhagen, including a "mormor" cup and a "morfar" cup from the Magasin department store in Lyngby, Copenhagen. All five Scandi-cups still hang proudly on our kitchen wall:

our proud collection of Scandi-themed teacups -

a recent picture

18:00 We have dinner and afterwards talk a little on the phone with our daughter Alison. Hers and Ed's three kids are not going to school this week because it's the autumn break. Lois and I will see them all this weekend, which will be nice.

We spend the rest of the evening watching some television, the latest episode of "Motherland", which I recorded last night on our YouView unit: the program airs at 10 pm, which is a little past our bedtime - we are normally tucked up in bed by 10  o'clock.

"Motherland" is a fun sitcom revolving  around Julia, a mother of 2 children, who is also trying to juggle a stressful job, mostly unsuccessfully.

Julia's best friends are the down-to-earth Liz with the lugubrious face, and the useless, wimpish "papa latte" stay-at-home-dad, Kevin.

The stressed-out Julia (left) with her best friends,

the lugubrious Liz and the useless wimpish papa-latte stay-at-home-dad, Kevin

This week’s episode is Halloween-themed, and dominated by the usual chaos generated by Julia and the other crazy parents in Julia's circle.

Tonight, the useless Kevin organises a trick-or-treat tour for the group’s children around the neighbourhood.

Good grief, what a crazy world we live in !!!!!

22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzz !!!!!

Danish translaton: tirsdag den 29. oktober 2019

09:00 Lois og jeg vælter ud af brusekabinen, og jeg sætter mig med computeren. Jeg udfærdiger en ungarske ordforrådtest, jeg vil have min ven ”Magyar” Mike til at tage, når han ankommer kl 10 til vores ugentlige ”ungarske time” – jeg er så krævende ha ha ha! Men han vil gøre det samme for mig: vi har for vane at veksle vores henholdsvisse ordforrådtest i begyndelse af "den ungarske time".

10:00 Mike ankommer og vi studerer ungarsk i en time. Mike har meget ældes de seneste 1-2 år, og han har svært nu ved at mindes selve de mest grundlæggende ungarske ord. Men vi når på en eller anden måde at komme igennem timen, og han siger farvel indtil næste tirsdag.

tilbageblik til 1994 - ”Magyar” Mike i lykkeligere tider,

sammen med vores ungarske ven, Lászlo.

Mig i 1994 i Ungarn

11:00 Mike skal af sted, og Lois og jeg skynder os ind i baghaven for at luge lidt i grøntsagshaven, en del af vores mini-projekt til at putte haven i seng til vinteren. Vejrpigen har sagt, at regnvejret starter igen i morgen aften (onsdag) og vil fortsætte i nogle dage derefter – pokkers!

Lois og jeg fortsætter med at arbejde på vores mini-projekt

til at putte haven i seng til vinteren

13:00 Vi spiser frokost og bagefter går jeg i seng for at tage en gigantisk eftermiddagslur. Jeg føler mig udmattet igen – pokkers!!!

15:00 Jeg står op og kigger lidt på min smartphone, og jeg får lidt af et chok for at sige mildt. Jeg blader de danske nyhedsmedier igennem, og jeg læser, at forskerne nu tror, at menneskeheden kan have stammet fra Botswana snarere, end Øst-Afrika.

Ifølge artiklen, hvis vi går langt nok tilbage i tiden, vil vi finde, at vores forfædre boede i et vådområde, der dækkede det, som i dag er Makgadikgadi-saltsletterne i det nordøstlige Botswana.

Vi stammer nemlig alle sammen derfra ifølge ny genetisk forskning,skriver skriver Videnskab.dk.

Fra for 200.000 år siden indtil for 130.000 år siden tog menneskeheden udelukkende sine første skridt i dette område i det sydlige Afrika, og først derefter begyndte vi at migrere mod nordøst og mod sydvest, viser studiet.

I studiet har forskerne undersøgt databaser med tusindvis af analyser af ’mitokondrielt’ DNA fra hele Afrika. Og deres konklusion er, at vores ultimative oprindelsessted kan identificeres med Makgadikgadi-saltsletterne, hvor en del af Khoesan-folket bor i dag.

Det er dog utænkeligt, at menneskeheden skulle have opstået og overlevet i det ekstreme miljø, som Botswanas saltsletter udgør i dag, men ifølge klimamodeller, var Makgadikgadi-saltsletterne for 200.000 år siden en del af en gigantisk vådområde, som blev efterladt, da en sø, som strakte sig hele vejen fra Namibia til Zimbabwe, begyndte at udtørre.

Fascinerende! Men desværre har en dansk forsker advarede Botswana-entusiaster ikke at fejre dette forbløffende resultat for snart - det er nemlig sådan, at mitokondrierne kun nedarves fra mor til barn, og derfor kan der i princippet godt have været indflydelse fra en far fra andre steder i Afrika, uden at det kan ses i mitokondrie-DNA’et, siger Mikkel Heide Schierup. 'Mitokondrie-DNA’et kan i princippet kun fortælle, at der i alle vores stamtræer optræder en moder i Botswana for 200.000 år siden, men vi kan godt have haft en far fra et andet sted.

mitrokondielle Eva – stammede hun faktisk fra Botswana?

Du godeste! Schierup har måske ret i, at han vil være forsigtig, men jeg mener, der ville have været tonsvis af passende mænd i Botswana, der ville have været mere, end glade, for at få chancen for at gør Eva gravid – ingen tvivl om det. Og hun ville ikke have haft brug for at parre sig med en vildtfremmed fra en eller anden fjerne del af Afrika, en såkaldt sexturist måske.

Jeg har på fornemmelse, at Eva var ganske attraktive, måske lignede hun en fotomodel af en eller anden art, men ikke så afpillet. Men det er jeg ikke helt sikker på – kvinden efterlod ikke nogle fotoer, så vidt jeg ved, så det er juryen stadig ude om. Og hvad var overskriften: områdekvinde føder første barn – og det er et ”sapiens”. Og hvordan fortsatte rapporten?  ...ifølge kilder er faren en lokal mand / sexturist fra Tanzania eller hur? Hvem kunne vide, ærligt talt, efter alle disse år!

Det er velkendt måske, at skandinaver har et specielt system til at forskelne det gennemsnitlige menneskes 4 bedsteforældre:  mormor (éns mors mor), morfar (éns mors far), og farmor (éns fars mor) og farfar (éns fars far). Jeg er vores datter Alisons morfar, og Lois er hendes mormor, og det er gennem Lois, at Evas mitokondrierne er nedarvet af Alison og vores børnebørn, Josie og Rosalind. Så Eva var Josie og Rosalinds mormormormormormormormormor.... (ca. 600.000 gang)…mormor. Du godeste, sikke et vanvid!!!!

I øvrigt har Lois og jeg fået os en imponerende samling af skandi-tematiserede tekopper, takket være Alison og Eds 6 års ophold i København, inklusive en ”mormor” kop og en ”morfar” kop, der stadig hænger stolt på vores køkkenvæg:

vores stolte samling af skandi-tematiserede tekopper –

et nyligt billede

18:00 Vi spiser aftensmad og bagefter snakker lidt med vores datter Alison. Hendes og Eds tre børn går ikke i skole denne uge på grund af efterårsferien. Lois og jeg ska se dem alle i weekenden, hvilket vil være rart.

Vi bruger resten af aftenen på at se lidt fjernsyn, det seneste afsnit af ”Motherland”, som jeg i går aftes optog på vores YouView-enhed:  programmet bliver udsendt kl 22, hvilket er lidt over vores sengetid – vi har for vane at være gemt i sengen ved 22-tiden.

”Motherland” er en morsom sitcom, der kredser om Julia, en mor til 2 børn, som også forsøger at jonglere et stressende job, uden succés for det meste.

Julia bedste venner er den jordnære Liz med bedemandsansigtet, og den unyttige ”papa latte” tøsedreng, Kevin.

Den stressede Julia (til venstre) med sine bedste venner,

den dystre Liz og den unyttige tøsedreng og papa latte, Kevin

Dette afsnit er Halloween-tematiseret, og domineret af den sædvanlige kaos genereret af Julia og sine sindssyge forældre i Julias omgangskreds.

I aften organiserer gruppens unyttige papa-latte Kevin en trick-or-treat tur rundt omkring i nabolaget.

22:00 Vi går i seng – zzzzzzz!!!!!