So this is it, my birthday, with a cruel message from Germany, ordering I have to go back to Munich and do the removal of the plate, kept the pieces of my collarbone together for one and half year, as soon as possible. My plan was to wait another year.
And Ragnar got yesterday into a fight with the neighbour´s cat, if I catch you my dear… he is wounded and I am not allowed to touch him. Worried he has internal injuries. But the vets are not working today, it´s national holiday.
Fuck this day!
