If you happen to live in Denmark, and you do visit McDonalds somewhere the coming period, you might meet The Girl there. Not that I recommend you to eat there too often, but the 2 first The Girl cards should be available in McDonalds restaurants in Denmark. They will also appear in cafe’s soon.
If anyone spots any of my cards on a go card stand, I would be grateful to hear from you! A picture of it would be even cooler !
The Girl in the Mc Donald’s, I’m lovin’ it …
I could bore you with loads of things that happened today, but I am so tired that you have to do with this pathetic poem I wrote in the plane flying from a very snowy Aarhus in Denmark (which gave an hour delay) to London.
The plane speeds up
And it ascends
Aarhus in snow
A chapter endsThe plane slows down
Descend begun
London awaits
I feel the sun
I am here, at last. And it is good.
I am participating in this game. Every day someone comes knocking at my door to get something from my flat. So my tv has been picked up, and the most of my lamps. So I am using my christmas lights (I feel it in my fingers …) again for a while, until I have to get rid of those too, which is tomorrow. They don’t give an enormous amount of light, but it sure is cosy. I might even dig up my Love Actually DVD and watch it. (Ofcourse that one is part of my first-three-months-in-London-survival-kit).
Radio ? Gone. Dinner table ? Gone. Comfortable sitting chair ? Not here anymore. Sofa ? Will be picked up tomorrow, so after that I have to sit on the floor. Now that isn’t all too bad, I know what I am doing it for. But there is one slight problem. Everything that I haven’t saved in other places will be picked up monday afternoon, and be sold for charity. One of those things is my bed, but I have to spent one more night in my flat monday night. Let’s see how creative I can be with some cardboard boxes and some leftover bubble plastic. Luckily the heater still works.
So what do you do … when more or less the only fun thing left is your computer. Well, you draw a postcard.
I just might be the girl
Who, one bright summerday
Sits opposite of you
In my fav’rite cafe
I’m waiting for you here
Behind the yellow table
The seats are lovin’ red
The waiter’s hands are stable
I’m reading or just stare
And drink a lot of tea
I hope that you one day
Will come and sit with me
(I am such a hopeless romantic)