instead of a summer dress
Of course I remembered that today is f??rste mai, the first of May: labour day. I admired the flags as I walked into town, strident iambic verses drumming through my head in the place of the marching bands of labour days long gone: Stryk kristenkorset av ditt flagg og heis det rent og r??dt! I’d completely forgotten, though, that of course the shop where I was planning to buy a new summer dress was closed. It’s labour day. You don’t work on labour day. Unless you still have blog reviews and blog redesigns to grade. I only have seven left now.
The walk home was lovely, though. I even did some stickering.