Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Mormor = grandma = grandpa

S. got to stay at a friends house after "school" and I. and me drove to Manchester to pick up grandpa. It´s been a really nice drive, especially since we had beautiful weather. Sunny and 6°C. The large fields and meadows in the peak district have already started to change from a boring brown to a colorful and fresh green and it was the first day that one could definitely feel that spring is just around the corner.
Grandpa couldn´t believe his eyes after coming here from Sweden, which is still covered with piles of snow.

On the way home our sat nav suggested a right turn at a spot where neither one of us could see a street. It´s been a bit like in Harry Potter, where he is asked to go to platform 9 3/4. However, I didn´t even give it a try to find a hidden street but kept going and after a couple minutes we were recommended a new route which led us to the middle of nowhere. I love this about the peak district. You are on a big road, you make a turn and suddenly you end up in really narrow streets that are hardly wide enough for two cars to pass each other and it feels like you left civilization because there are only fields and meadows. We drove through nowhere for about 15 min until we got back to the main road and finally also back to Ashbourne.

I picked up S. who already awaited me in a princess costume and with a ward. I was pleased to hear that she had a marvelous time with her friend, which they spent mostly naked and with no fights at all. Well done! My friend also told me that they had sausages for lunch and it is actually quite funny to know why. Get this: My friend had asked S. what she wanted to eat and S. said something that sounded like "porkus". Since my friend doesn´t speak either German or Swedish she decided that the word she heard had pork in it so she bought sausages!!! It really made me laugh especially since I think S. was not at all talking about food but trying to turn my friend into a frog by saying HOKUSPOKUS.

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