That can be a word, right? Sure it can!
We went to Skagen on Monday and got home late last night. Skagen is a funny sort of a coastal town. For one thing, almost all the houses are yellow. I don't know what it was that made almost everyone paint everything that colour, but it's apparently referred to as "the yellow fever." It was nice and sunny. I wore a dress and was girly (autocorrect wanted to make that Gorky. What the hell?) the whole time. We stuffed ourselves with ice cream and pies and such. I have yet to see if my pants still fit... I might just save that for tomorrow.
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| BBQ glory. Whoever decided to make sausages full of cheese, needs to be awarded a something-or-other. |
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| Lovely fish restaurant on the harbour. Bonus: I feel very mature every time I eat at a fish restaurant. |
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| Le Harbour. I would love to have a boat. I just don't want to pay for one or take care of one. The mums have one. It's a moving target for seagulls. I figure that I have enough poop-maintenance from Pooch. |
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| See? Yellow. And white details. Pretty. That place has awesome coffee, by the way. |
3 comments:
Mmm sausage with cheese. Love it.
You feel mature at fish restaurants?? Why? Since seafood is the only sort of animal flesh I eat, pretty much every restaurant I go to serves fish.
Because when I was a kid, my mum made me eat fish and I thought it was a yucky grown-up thing.
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