Yes, Hubby is here, and we´re one happy family again. Baby is loving all the attention from his complete set of parents and Mummy (that´s me) is enjoying her coffee while reading the papers again. But obviously there´s some ajusting to do, after 3 months of seperation, as expected. All relationships require negotiating and ours is no different. I would like to congratulate myself on my skills on that matter, as I think I have struck the deal of my life. I don´t like big sofas. I don´t think you should necessarily be able to lounge about in front of the TV in a sofa big enough to live in. I´m perfectly happy sitting pretty in a Danish sofa from the fifties or the sixties, perhaps putting my feet up on a well preserved teak table from the same period, or perhaps a contrasting modern one. I also don´t like TVs in the bedroom, not so much for the "style reason" as the fear of me becoming stuck in a bed full of crisp-crumbs and chockolate stains. Not very condusive for my love life - or my mental and physical health, come to think of it. But compromise is the secret to every successful relationship. So I´m willing to allow a TV (just a small one) into the bedroom, if I get my pretty sofa. Hubby is thinking about it. Please don´t try to make me end up with this thing:
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Sjónvarp í herbergið og þú ræður rest :)
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