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Saturday, April 5, 2008

Home, Sweet Home!

I think I haven't been served breakfast in bed once the last 10 years. But this morning (ok, I admit, afternoon), I was just reading the pdf version of Morgunblaðið in my bed when Christian knocks on my door, says matur*, and leaves me a plate with muesli, an ommelette and an apple. Isn't he sweet?



*Matur is the only word Christian knows in Icelandic. Christian loves matur...

3 comments:

Unknown said...

En hann sætur!
Ég veit nú ekki betur en að ég vakti þig með kaffi í rúmið flest alla morgna sem ég var hjá þér... :)

ursel said...

Can I borrow him for a week or so? ;-)

Ásta said...

Vá, hvað hann er sætur í sér! Hvar kaupir maður svona ;)