I've been up since half past seven, helping shopping for paint and later on painting. The grandmothers house is getting a whole new coat of colour, and I think it's going to look really nice when it's all done.

 

I am also very happy to say there is such a thing as an ordinary week. I've gotten into the rutins, and it feels good. There hasn't happend too many exciting things this week, but I did notice for the first time that there's a painting in the ceiling at one place in school, which I have never ever seen before but which apparently has been there all along. 

   Tuesday I spoke french with four persons, like had an actual conversation, so yeah I'm proud of myself. Wednesday I found out there's people standing at the crossing all around the schools making sure no kids get hit by cars.