I am a "night person" who is trapped in a daylight world. My sleep patterns are completely out of whack with the other 7,200,000,000 people in this world, Likely I should have been born in China, but I wasn't.
So I was not terribly impressed when a little bird sat in the bush right outside my window and started singing loud enough to FORCE me to wake up.
But the bird was not singing regular "Cheep-cheeps" or whatever. It was singing a song...... in Swedish.
A language which I do not know.
With the aid of an Old Norse dictionary and the tiny amount of Danish which I do remember, I worked out the message.
WHO do we know who likely knows more about Svedish Mausers than Carl Gustaf himself?
BUFFDOG.
And today is his Birthday.
That's what the little bird was singing about.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Buffdog!
I do hope that somebody here can say it in Swedish!
So I was not terribly impressed when a little bird sat in the bush right outside my window and started singing loud enough to FORCE me to wake up.
But the bird was not singing regular "Cheep-cheeps" or whatever. It was singing a song...... in Swedish.
A language which I do not know.
With the aid of an Old Norse dictionary and the tiny amount of Danish which I do remember, I worked out the message.
WHO do we know who likely knows more about Svedish Mausers than Carl Gustaf himself?
BUFFDOG.
And today is his Birthday.
That's what the little bird was singing about.
So HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Buffdog!
I do hope that somebody here can say it in Swedish!
