Went for a walk to the bakery today after discovering the bread I had was mouldy. Gave the rest of it to the little cold birds (snjótittlingar in Icelandic, literally means snowdickies, but I guess are in family with the similarly rude sounding blue tit). They went absolutely mad for the bread and fat meat that I gave them. I trudged on in the knee-deep snow, managed to fall once but made it to the bakery and back in half an hour. The Polish bakery girl was serving a Thai guy, in Icelandic, of course ;). Yup, little Hella is multicultural, just as any other metropolis!
Other news: Have been reading up on my referring papers today and trying to put together a list of stats questions for Darren, who was so sweet to offer me his help in the last couple of days before the viva. So, getting along ok. In an hour or so I will have to take a little brake for the handball game against Sweden in the European Championships. Will make good use of my time and have my tea at the same time! Trout and potatoes sound good?
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2 comments:
Til hamingju med ad vera ordin PhD. Eg er agalega stolt af ther. Mer finnst thu eigir ad opna 3ju kampavinsfloskuna :)
Kv. af nattevakten,
Olof
Takk takk! Bestu kveðjur til Baaaston! Og jú, þær urðu þrjár áður en yfir lauk!
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