Fairies, Flowers and Smiles

I didn’t have to go to work today, as there was no work to go to. A day off. As now it is a usual again, Lili, Tobi, Moses and I set off to find something to do in town. As I have spent some time already looking for poster paint we have visited the last resort> The ART Shop!
We went in, I asked and the shop assistant looked at me as if I have been trying to buy nukes, or worst: weed in her shop. After some negotiation and explaining during which her hands several times reached for the shotgun under the counter, never really grabbing it though, lucky for us, we finally have discovered that yes, not only they sold poster paint in half litre tubs but it was written on the tubs in 6 different languages 'Poster Paint'. I think her hands may have been twitchy wanting to shoot because of Tobi. He sometimes does that to people. Fear of the unknown or just plainly terrifying, I imagine.

We had some hotdog for lunch which was a bit of a waste of money, it would have been enough to get the sausages as the ducks and seagulls got hold of our bread in crumbled doses somehow falling into the water at regular internals.

On the way home we met a friend who seemed to have been very excited about the idea of finally organising a revolution in Oulu. Unlike another acquaintance who seemed to have been a bit freaked out when I presented to her on the bus, smiling and grinning like a mad apple that I am the epicentre of a smile revolution in the city. No! This guy already dreamed up whole structures of organisations and smile squads raiding locals and entire neighbourhoods smiling at anything that moves. He almost got me into this 'Revolution NEEDS organisation' stuff but on the way home some wonderful accident happened!

We cycled through the forest which was nice, Tobi flying just a bit ahead of us singing some songs about mushrooms between toes when he suddenly turned around and screamed 'I got and idea!' I think he was referring to the revolution but he failed to have a chance elaborating as he run straight into a gathering group of fairies who came to hold up and have a quick chat with us. They got a bit annoyed with Tobi and not only for bumping into their delicate beings with his dragon like manners. No. He was decorated in flowers. In the morning while we were cycling to town he stopped at every flower bed or patch and took quite a healthy amount to decorate himself with them. Head to toe. He looked and smelled lovely so I didn’t complain although I felt for the flowers even if I know that their days now are really counted before the frost... I mean really counted, something like 2 or maybe 3. So the fairies got a bit and I think unreasonably pissed at him and he got a good lesson. He still looks lovely. In fact he looks like a large pot of sunflowers. It is quite comic. I wonder how he still manages to fly and breath fire. I sometimes love fairy magic. But I am forgetting the true importance of the meeting. They, the Oululinen Anarcho-Syndicalist Fairy Commune are - of course - in strong opposition to an actual organisation behind the smile revolution. They think that it is a bed idea and will result in Bolshevik style dictatorship. I think they over reacting a bit but they convinced me that under no circumstances I should be involved in smile squads or their existence. However, I don’t think they have managed to convince Tobi, to the contrary it seems our friend already has one to sign up. The fairies said his sunflower pot appearance will wear off in a week or so, nothing to Worry.

The day is finished and I ran out of smiles. For today. Lili is asleep and my wife lives the life of a true student getting drunk on a party mid-week while I spit ... well not fire but letters from my fingertips. Tobi, for the time being is a lovely decoration.

A half hour writing