Hmmm ...

... my girl wants me to ditch the metal shirts so that I will look more mature in a shirt. She also doesn't like me to listen to the Matheus Passion because she gets the impression that I'm getting old. And she's pregnant.

Now, I'm not saying that there's some sort of connection between those facts ...

Today we fed deer in Bergen. They were very quid pro quo. If you give them some bread they will allow their nose to be touched. No bread, no nose. It's an honest system. I liked that. And then we ambled around Bergen for a bit all of which tired my girl out. This whole pregnancy thing is really taking the energy out of the girl. But she still soldiers on quite remarkedly ...

Deer are nice.