For the support shown over the past few days — thank you. (I will write this in English, knowing that the Swedes understand it! I hope you forgive me; I feel I really should be writing this in Swedish, too.) I was surprised, and happy. I’m still a bit overwhelmed.
I’ve become accostumed, to some degree, to the disdain, but that comment was hurtful, even if I know it reflects more on the person who wrote it than on me and even though I suspect this person perhaps doesn’t understand (even if being told off). The most hurtful aspect was the suspicion that others supported him — after years of this going on, the suspicion was justified. Perhaps it still is, but know I know that not everybody supports him. That there are those who understand that although I’m no saint (hardly — what would be the point?), I don’t deserve to be written about in that way. It’s an enormous relief.
I suppose that there are others to whom anything is allowed in a ‘war’. But then they have to imagine there is a war. There isn’t. Not one that I’m in, at least.
I’m grateful. Thanks.
To hear from people: I see this is happening, I don’t condone it. It means the world.
A happy new year to all, dogs and humans, casual visitors and regular inhabitants of the kiosk, gnomes (especially Melanie’s new friend) and fairies, archangels and other cosmic creatures. Cheers! I hope there’s enough ethereal chew bones and champagne!
Mr Dog and I spend this evening pretending it isn’t happening, because he can’t wrap his mind around some of the silly habits of humans. Why cause a racket in the sky, when you can chew bones? Every new year improves after its first hour, according to him.