Tomorrow I will go traveling with my hamsters. It's so hard to find a good hamstersitter these days, and as I was out late, I was also out of luck. Therefore I will pack Wynne and Barbarossa into the car, and together we shall drive to Uppsala to celebrate my grandfather's eighty-fifth birthday. I shall feel very much like Beatrix Potter and her two white mice. Sans hedgehog.
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