Woke at 7 a.m. Morning routine.
At a quarter to nine, I was in a taxi bound for the tailor-market for the last time. The market was deserted so early in the morning, but it was open and all my things were ready for me. My linen blazer and my two vests had to be adjusted, but I asked to have them delivered to me so that I wouldn’t have to come back. I had brought with me a Troll that I had gotten a few months ago at a Peppe’s Norwegians only meeting. They were ecstatic when I told them that this would help them attract Scandinavian customers and immediately put it on display in the shop. I said good-bye to them and left the market.
A little past 10 a.m. I arrived at Bettina’s to find all the girls there and ready to work. We started on page one and went through the paper step by step and in extreme detail. Had lunch around 1 p.m. Continued working. Around 4 p.m. we went for a walk around the block. Went back and continued working. Around 7 p.m. we ordered dinner from Sherpas. Continued working after dinner.
At 10 p.m., after 12 hours work, we called it a day. Nothing more productive could come out of our minds today anyway.
I went back to the apartment and was in bed before 11 p.m.