One month in Estonia is nearly over, cannot complain really. It is impossible to highlight one special event, since there is a lot happening while not mowing the lawn (yet again). In a week time we are flying back to England to officially see my Mister to become highly educated.
If you cannot find me, I am usually in the hammock reading old newspapers and learning something 'new'.
"Oh, when did that happen?" "Oh, he died." yes, like a year ago, but okay.
Even Harri, the future architect, is facinated by our little house with a real "Ding-dong" doorbell:
While others are chatting, Harri is sitting in the house and the dog is just "What the fuck, man!":
Now to Norman's birthday
He is officially my antidepressant:
The beginning of a new era - when you find more food than alcohol at birthday parties:
Vanim, vaimne ja väärikas:
His birthday cake brings all the people in the yard:
My boyfriend, bunnies and I:
sorry about the stripes.
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