Yesterday we had quite a disaster at work, and I weren't home before 21:00 or so. I had to work a little more later, but I could do it from home, no trouble. I wasn't sure whether I had to go to work today, but I had told our CTO about my plans, and he'd told me that if I didn't hear anything I should just assume I could go on vacation.
I didn't hear anything, so I got on the train with 3×106 other people from Copenhagen at 11:00. Of course I had to stand up for the first 1½ hours before I found a free seat.
That in itself was OK with me, I expected it, but it annoyed the hell out of me to see all the other people who had each packed in 7 different kinds of obviously very fashionable but very unwieldy bags desperately trying to find a place to sit, and when that failed trying to find a place for all of their bags on the floor. Some poor guy was being bugged for the first 20 minutes of the trip by his girlfriend about why he hadn't bought seats, assuring they'd both have a miserable trip instead of just dealing with the situation. Stupid cunt.
But the weather was nice, a really bright, warm and beautiful spring day, and Mette Marie was at the station in Ry to pick me up. We stopped for a walk at “Himmelbjerget” en route to Them (“Them” — the city) and my sister Ellen and her two kids, Aleksander and Sebastian.