Sunday, November 11
 
 
 
Vartiokyäntie, 15:30
 
It is Father’s Day. I got a big box of socks and several small boxes of cosmetics. It is one of those holidays where the shops are shut and Irma’s parents come for a meal.
Irma prepared an oven salmon, which is one of my favourite foods, and now we are all full.
There is no cream for Irma’s father’s coffee and so I have been to the gas station to fail to purchase some. I am walking back and all the flags are out to indicate a public holiday.
We will have milk with our coffee.