Stockpile

The other day, one of the girls in my corridor, Alva, and I were in the kitchen. She commented that she was looking for a spoon, but couldn't find one. I laughed nervously and said, "Are there no spoons?" in my most nonchalant Swedish.

This, by the way:



is the assortment of plates, spoons, and large glasses that I've been absentmindedly collecting over the past month or so. A cup of O'boy here, some icecream there, you know how it goes.

God I hope none of my korridor mates ever read this.