Keys, Dinner, Beer and Sandwich

I have written about how it has been a problem a couple of occasions when Tobi left one of the keys home. Once the key to work then the house key.
I am glad to report that over the weekend he has been trying hard to make up for it and make sure that keys are in abundance.
We have taken to work my house keys, work key, Jen’s house keys, spare keys, spare keys to the bikes, some alan-keys (for assembling flat pack furniture) and from reading the Kaleva, our local /Northern Finland - an area of about 100000sqare kms/ and according to some heavily censoring Paper I found out that last night he has been around the neighbours trying to convicne them to part with their keys. I think they have not felt the drive to come and complain to me on about it.

Better lots of keys than none! Yeah?

Here is a story I made up about Lili. When she doesn’t like what’s for dinner, she knows that she just has to sit and wait patiently, occasionally poke at her food and she can get out of eating it. She told Jen about it once. Honest children, love them for it. Same story tonight so I tell her that she has no choice but to eat her dinner and if she is too tired to eat than she can find her bed. One thing in the world that really gets to me is people refusing to eat perfectly good and eatable food. But she knows that this is THE rule for me. So after Jen and I finished (Molly, Tobi and Moses were out counting colourful overalls - students) Lili said she was too tired to eat. I told her she knows the deal. With that she got her jemmies on, brushed her teeth and went to bed. 2 hours before he bed time!!! She can actually be so stubborn that she would rather go to bed early then eat at least some of her dinner. Now how scary is that?! She is 4!

Tobi taught me a song toady but I unfortunately can’t post it here because I would be banished from the internet forever. It is about the middle-class that supposedly doesn’t exist in Finland because it is a class less society and supposedly doesn’t exist in the world anymore because class mobility is such, that according to post modern thinking anyone can do whatever they want to do whenever they want to do it… So the song, send me an email if interested.
I am more just warning you because this may be a reoccurring theme… you know, Sunday afternoon, sun out, men on the veranda, beer, sandwich… all is well!

And a short short story... a beginning passage
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