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A Scandinavian Monday

Even though it's Monday, today is a national - but it is also possible that it is a worldwide - holiday. We celebrate International Workers' Day. When we were kids, we used to participate in the communist parade on the Parade Ground, where the highest party members watched us perform our communist choreography. It was not a highly complex performance, but we always ensured that our participation was flawed. It was similar to what one might still see in North Korea. How much we hated it... 

Regardless of the holiday, we decided to go on a hike. After finishing the breakfast-coffee-another episode of Bordertown, we went for a 5.5k walk, which was terrific. The weather s beautiful, and there were very few tourists knocking about on the hiking route, so it was a relaxing walk. When we returned, I cooked lunch and watched another episode of Bordertown - and before anyone asks, we did it because the series won't be available on Netflix after the 10th of May. I drank a delicious cup of coffee, gave Ági a foot massage, and watched another two episodes of The Valhalla Murders. I almost finished it. There is only one more episode left to reveal the culprit or culprits. When I took Abby for her afternoon walk, I was amazed by the temperature outside. It felt like summer; no wonder Abby was so slow as a snail. Anyway, when we returned home, I prepared my cinnamon pancakes. While I was devouring the nosh, we watched another episode of Bordertown. By the end of these two series, we'll speak Finnish and Icelandic perfectly. (Ági wants me to go on a holiday, and she highly recommends going to Iceland, which has always been my dream destination. I would go if it wasn't for the extortionate prices they charge over there. The whole trip would cost a fortune, and I'm sure either I wouldn't enjoy it, or I wouldn't want to come back to Hungary anymore. So, here is my answer to the question of travelling. It's sufficient to visit those places via thrilling series or movies.)

I took the afternoon to learn some English. I checked three phrasal verbs: hold out for, hold out on, and weigh in on. They have been bothering me for quite some time, so I decided to check them in online dictionaries and even asked ChatGPT to help me clarify their meanings. I didn't expect such a great result. Now ask me anything about these pesky little buggers, and I'll nail them. This is the summary of my English-language activity today, which is quite a short story. But that's just as well since we'll start tomorrow with Charlette :)

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