Met Claus in Copenhagen. Haven’t spoken with him in years and years, as we both went on from that gaming group. He’s doing very well for himself, it seems – by his own account and that of his waistline. No doubt he works hard, in order to play hard as well. Good for him. Had a bit too much to drink, did I – hard to turn him down, as he footed the bill. December turns out to be really too many meets&greets, methinks. Will soon join Thor, then there’s the company xmas lunch, then Rasmus is back from his Paris stint. And I just wanna have a quiet time at it. Oh, the work, the work… Tomorrow, fingers crossed, mum-in-law dearest will retrieve the kids and drag them to Nyborg – so there’s my quiet, right there. Only briefly interrupted Saturday, when sis and Thomas will come to call.
I remembered the attic on Halesøvej 6, that I roamed as a child. Bit of a dangerous setting, particularly if one stepped outside the support-beams.Great place to sit and contemplate, or retreat to if the parents or sister had been mean. The old wood ladder, I remember that vividly.