Five

It took a bit of counting, but we figured last night that we had seen each other five times over the last week. Five times to spend a few hours together. The first of course being the day I picked them up from the airport. It was a hot day and they got their first taste of a Norwegian summer. I left them to their own devices after dinner that evening. 

The second time was on Wednesday. I had opted for a day of nothingness (not counting the laundry) and lounging about in my swim suit. They arrived at some point in the afternoon. She made her way to my spare bedroom to catch up on some much needed rest, he stayed in the garden with me, enjoying the weather and the quietness and the goodness from where I live. A few hours later they left. 

The next time was on Thursday when they took a bus I was driving. One of the longer tours, so we could chat quite a bit. Friday was a free day for all of us. On Saturday however, a few more hours were spent in my back garden. This time by all three of us. Sunday was spent in peace and quiet on both sides of the water. 

Monday saw me back at work with a vengeance and no chance to see each other. But, last night we would have dinner together. So, after work I made my way over to their hotel and shortly after that we made our way to the restaurant. Two hours later we made our way home again. 

This morning Pepperfly and Mr Pepperfly left for home. After a relaxing and surprisingly warm holiday in Norway. Next time we will meet in the Netherlands again. The only downside to that meeting? I am not allowed to take a hammer with me...