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I’m a sucker for free stuff. Pens, stickers, magazines – you name it, I want it.
Luckily, when I’m in Iceland visiting Mum I can buy tax-free*, which equals free money!
DVDs are rather cheap here, which means I always return home with a shitload of films. A penny saved is a penny gained, right? – Equals free money!!
At the shop this… girl… got quite confused when I asked for tax-free – must be her first time. After she handed me the tax-free papers, I just stood there. My DVDs were still on the counter.
“Is that all?,” I asked her, confused.
“Well. Yeah. You can have this?” She said and gave me a piece of paper.
*Tax-Free Shopping allows shoppers to reclaim the VAT(Value-Added Tax)/GST (Goods and Services Tax) they have paid on their shopping in foreign countries. Thank you for clarifying, Wiki.
I feel bad for kids these days and I’m glad I’m not one. I very easily remember how lovely summers were, no school, do whatever I want, and I also vividly remember the horror I felt when I saw back to school commercials starting around mid August. But in a time when Christmas ads start after Halloween, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised when I see back to school ads mid-July. But it’s still sad for the little buggers.
So kids, ignore the ads, and maybe you should try to avoid television next summer starting around June, just to be safe.
I’m so fortunate that I’ve been out of the country twice this Summer. One of the trips was a three week holiday in Iceland where Mum lives, as you probably already know, the other one was a solo-trip to London.
I was quite nervous to travel all by myself, but Boyfriend encouraged me and repeatedly told me I was sooo awesome daring to travel all by myself. I like when people think I’m cool, so of course I went.
The day before I left, we had a shower together.
“Are you gonna bring your camera?,” Boyfriend asked me.
“Nah…,” I smiled, “That would be crazy!”
He looked at me wondering; why wouldn’t I want to take my camera with me to London?
I laughed: “Of course I’m bringing it, it was the first thing I packed!”
Then it occured to me that I’d forgot to pack my knickers. It’s obvious what’s more important to a photographer.
This morning I woke to the sounds of loud trucks doing some sort of construction….on my day off. I want the windows opened to feel the breeze of the 80 degrees F (26 C) and to enjoy fresh air as opposed to the air conditioning many of us have been forced to use daily in this heat. The noise was overwhelming, but it didn’t stop the gentle breeze cooling off my house.
I felt the tiniest bit frustrated as I sat at my dining room table, by my computer, ready to write. I had a perfect view of the workers using some sort of road-destroying mechanism cutting some of the road out, the noise shaking my house as I watched some of my wall art shaking on the nails. I watched as an air tube snapped off the machine, hissing and flailing every which way like some sort of crazy psychotic snake, and the man controlling the machine screamed and ran away from it like a little girl. I swear it felt like watching a Three Stooges episode.
I have to admit, I laughed. It’s always the little things, isn’t it?
She’s really not that big, Mum’s new black Labrador. But when an average-sized dog thinks she’s still a tiny puppy when she jumps on top of you to cuddle, she’s humungous! My bum still hurts from being floored by the beast.
Her name is Kamma. Not really, though, because the Icelandic family who had her before named her Karma. Thing is, Icelandic people have big problems pronouncing “karma” and it took her a while to recognise Mum saying her name (although she had no trouble recognising the sound of food!)
Even though they have such pronunciation problems, nobody can deny that in this case, Karma is a bitch.
There’s something about taking time off, going to another country to just be – especially if this “just being” is with Mum. This also means that we get forever to sit and talk about big and small, sharing our thoughts and laugh.
One of my favourite subjects are stories from when I was little, a subject that we often talk about. The following is us talking about the different names Mum and Dad had picked out for me:
She always makes me laugh.
P.S. Nadine? It’s not that I don’t like you.