That was easier said than done… Went to town. Had a couple of other things to do, to, like look for Christmas presents. I had forgotten that Saturday, Karl Johan and just-before-Christmas adds up to crowds. Should not have been unexpected, but it was. And I HATE crowds. I have to be mentally prepared to tackle them with any sort of composure, and I wasn’t.
Anyhoo. There I was, battling inner deamons and all that and spending a lot of energy on not strangling strangers for stopping suddenly in front of me and generally being in my way. I fought my way into Avalon past hoardes of very strange people (in fact they were perfectly normal people, which was what was so strange about them – perfectly normal-looking people do not shop at Avalon) and went over to the Ls in the paperback section. Lindholm. Fine. Except they DIDN’T HAVE THE BOOK. Neither did Tanum, Norli or Ark. Uææææææææææææææææææææææææææ!! Ok. You think I’m overreacting? Well, I tell you, all the patience I have (and it’s not much) is currently engaged in preventing me from going mad with waiting for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. So stop bugging me! Luckily I realised Outlands have a pretty large section for books, and luckily they actually had Luck of the Wheels.
So now all’s right with the world.
Hang on, actually, all’s NOT right with the world. Amongst the very many things that are wrong with the world is the fact that a deep frying pan caught fire at a cafe in the centre of Trondheim this morning and that what was once a whole block of old wooden buildings is currently a smouldering, smoking heap of coal.
Hm. Well, I’m going back to Ki and Vandien.
Voice on the stereo: Dire Straits – Your Latest Trick