We went to the overpriced Fjärilhuset in Hagapark today. After a pleasant couple of hours trying to spot butterflies snd looking at the well-fed fish (connection?), we returned to our car to find the CD player had been stolen.

Freya was moved to tears by the incident: she thought it was scary. I found it a bit scary, too, though more fascinating. I don’t find the monetary loss anywhere nearly as annoying as the fact that there are people who consider this type of theft acceptable. In my twisted version of reality I have fewer qualms with individuals stealing from large corporations. Taking from other individuals, on the other hand, deserves a sound kicking, especially when I am the victim.

The funny thing is, I dreamt about taking off the front portion of the unit the other night. Oh, well, I shall be more observant in the future.