My Host Mother.

My Host Mother went out this morning, and came back with a ring for me.


You can't really see it but let me just tell you it is very very weird. She thought it was funny, and bought it as a sort of joke, but I love it.

I have made a start on this story of mine, but it's very average, I think. I'm not sure about the format I've written it in. I think it might be too complicated.

IDK.

I'm going for a walk now. Bornholm is beautiful in the summer time.