Bagged lunch

We have stopped doing big lunches on Sunday. One day of this eating orgy is quite enough. Sunday is time to sleep in, skip breakfast, and then go out for hotdogs again. Before you continue shopping for more Christmas presents.

Met up with our friends at Cafe Norden.

Friend: "Oh. Hi. Wow. You have a Mulberry bag."
Me: "Yeah, so do you..? At least you had one yesterday? What happened?"
Friend: "My boyfriend barfed in it last night. He did not quite make it to the bathroom."
Me: "Oh. Right."

The rest of the afternoon was very quiet, as we were all in bag mourning. The poor bag was brought home, and hopefully - sometime in the future - it will be restored to its previous glory. If not, may it rest in peace.

Time to go home. Flying without an ID is no joke these days. No wallet = no ID. So - Saturday morning was spent on the phone with the embassy (closed) and the emergency line of the Norwegian Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They sent me an e-mail with a print of Mr. Incredible's passport. Then I had to forward it to the concierge at the hotel, for her to print it. Yes! We are going to show those nasty people at Scandinavian Airlines! We will be able to board your plane - even without the wallet! Ha!

Gate announcement at Kastrup Airport at 5.40 PM:
"We are now ready to board flight SK1470 to Oslo. Please keep your boarding passes ready for inspection. You will only need your boarding pass to board this plane. I repeat, there is no need to show your ID to board this plane."

WHAT THE F***.........?!