Loading ...… you can always come to my local inn, on the west coast of Sweden. where we can drink us “un-sober”, after banging our heads on a matress in the pub that I will have put up in advance.
Or as we say in Sweden, regarding our poet Gustav Fröding. “he tried to drown his sorrows in boze, but late in his days….
he suddenly realised that they could swim”!
Here is Fröding with a poem to you, and hopefully to me and our respective parents.
Then again… also a memeto to our children
Best,
NEMO