Sometimes I'm proud to be a Norwegian. When we win medals in sports nobody outside Scandinavia never have heard about, like Nordic skiing, Nordic walking e.t.c., wow, then I wave our flag and sing.
When Posten Norge, the Norwegian Postal system, cannot read the international 7 number, but send my package around the country, and instead of excusing themselves, persist on me commanding the rest of the civilized world to write seven with a bar on, then I feel ashamed.
The old julenisse mentality, believing that little Norway is the belly button of the world.
So terribly embarrassing. My best friend Terry paying over 33 dollars to send a package by air, and Posten Norge making a mess of it anyway.
If they just had taken time to read how the 1 number and the seven number were written, they couldn't have missed at all. Oh, no, they just rally on; your fault, your fault.
And yes, I have made this blog, not to honor my bestest, but to belittle Posten Norge. A package sent by airmail from Canada March 25th, arrives my postbox April 6th, that is a shame. I'm so sorry on behalf of my country, dear Terry.
Then a big bear hug to Mom and dad Golden for the adorable picture. I've hung them on my Yeti fridge among my closest family and friends.
My warmest thanks to Terry and Bernie who went to so much trouble to send this heartwarming package to me. Here's a card for my mother, and a long letter where Terry has copied her blog post about Monten. I know she will be so glad and proud to show this to friends and family in Sauda.
Six romantic DVDs were showered over me. Something good to watch and sweeten life, curling up in the sofa with some chocolate and a hot cuppa, when the days are not so good.
Terry, you know what an old lady needs.
The beautiful card must be stored among my Terry treasures. No wonder she has a large twin chamber in my heart. As do my prayerchild Dad Golden. Golden thanks to all of you from Felisol/Norway
