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Thursday was a rotten day for Murp. He was forcibly stuffed in a box and driven to the vets. Friday wasn't much better, the vet came to his home and poked him with a needle. Obviously the only thing to do after that was to sulk and hide, first in the corner of a basement cupboard and then under the bed.

Now the problem about sulking is that it's boring. There's not a lot to do in an empty basement cupboard or under a bed. There's no food there either. Not much fun sulking if those around you aren't devastated by it either. So around 20:00 this evening, after 30 hours of sulk, Murp capitulated and decided to join the world again. :p

Languages

Having someone learning your language is fascinating, because it allows you to observe the language from a completely different angle. For example:

I never thought it peculiar the way the Danes use numbers in phrases, but C does:
We use 117 to indicate a large number of times. Like "I've said it a million times" would in Danish be "I've said it 117 times."

or

"Knock wood" would be "7-9-13"

C also thinks it hilarious that a smart arse is called a "Karl Smart" and he's quickly picked up that a young guy, who tunes his car, fills it with extras and drives like an idiot, is either a "Brian" or a "Benny".

Today we spent most of lunch trying to make out the difference between the word "show" (like a circus show, which is the same in Danish and in English) and the word "sjov", which means "fun" in Danish. To C "show" and "sjov" sounds exactly the same, whereas to me they are completely different. Much time was spent with "ouuuuu" and "ouwwww" sounds, until Lia started barking and we were too cracked up to continue. :p

The Dar Caldrin Hunt - rewrite

The book is rearranging itself in my head. Vahan is gone, Sisters of the Sand are gone, but may be reused in another story, Adric is not the same as he was and he has a brother. The Meidru are not allies with the Northlands. Oh and the Northlands are at war, but not with the Meidru.