Conversations that clearly happen every day in the equivalent of Sweden's B&Q:
Hello, I've just built a shed/house/boat house and I'd like some paint please. I was thinking perhaps of getting the colour.....
Certainty sir but let me stop you there. There is only one colour paint. Sort of rusty/brown red. It's what we paint our shed/house/boat sheds with.
But, I was sort of wondering about a different colour perhaps.
Sorry sir, I don't understand. We only have rusty/brown red.
Ok, okay then, I'll have some of that, I guess.
One final thing. I don't think I want a flag pole in my garden.
Sir, sir that's really not possible.
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What do you reckon our chances, with our touring bikes loaded with 40+kg of stuff, would be in the Swedish national road race?
Well, we very nearly had the opportunity to find out.
We were riding quietly along the Swedish countryside when a little lady shouted out "stop, stop" (yes, in English).
She told us some cyclists were coming through and we should wait.
"Which cyclists are these?" We asked.
"It's the national road race championship"
Sure enough, in a matter is seconds the peleton passed, with that characteristic zing.
I reckon I could have matched them.
A lovely sunny day cycling north along the coast. Highlights include spotting red kite, Biddy taking a swim in the Baltic and a brass band in Bastad ( that's a place, I kid you not).
Tonight we've really splashed and checked in at a real camp site.... With real showers and hot water.
Just north of Bastad.
Hello, I've just built a shed/house/boat house and I'd like some paint please. I was thinking perhaps of getting the colour.....
Certainty sir but let me stop you there. There is only one colour paint. Sort of rusty/brown red. It's what we paint our shed/house/boat sheds with.
But, I was sort of wondering about a different colour perhaps.
Sorry sir, I don't understand. We only have rusty/brown red.
Ok, okay then, I'll have some of that, I guess.
One final thing. I don't think I want a flag pole in my garden.
Sir, sir that's really not possible.
__________________________
What do you reckon our chances, with our touring bikes loaded with 40+kg of stuff, would be in the Swedish national road race?
Well, we very nearly had the opportunity to find out.
We were riding quietly along the Swedish countryside when a little lady shouted out "stop, stop" (yes, in English).
She told us some cyclists were coming through and we should wait.
"Which cyclists are these?" We asked.
"It's the national road race championship"
Sure enough, in a matter is seconds the peleton passed, with that characteristic zing.
I reckon I could have matched them.
A lovely sunny day cycling north along the coast. Highlights include spotting red kite, Biddy taking a swim in the Baltic and a brass band in Bastad ( that's a place, I kid you not).
Tonight we've really splashed and checked in at a real camp site.... With real showers and hot water.
Just north of Bastad.
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