I was at home in the middle of the summer for a week and worked. Carolina took the opportunity to invite me during a birthday dinner.
We walked around a bit in the city, sat down at Schmaltz and ate someone immediately with some seeds and some good beta. Then a cheese cake with rhubarb for dessert. Drinking coffee and a very faint non -alcoholic beer. But it was really the only thing that was bland this evening. I didn’t laugh that much, I don’t know how long. It is something special if you never get that feeling that you are too much or said. When you understand each other and there is not least a glimpse of condemnation – only laughter and a lot of truth – property. After all, it does not fight with her. But it is laughing, it does.
Wanted to bake this fall.
She is so nice, always Carolina.
Here they were potatoes and seeds and cheese. Good.
I slim and tested a suede jacket in Taupe, but I have a brown one and it will be enough.
And so the laughter.
She gave me tickets for the Trolfluit at the Opera this fall. Nothing could have made me happier.
And a letter, as always. Queen of correspondents.
I had work clothing but threw on a small heel.
Touched by growing up.
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