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  • When my Grandma came to visit us she always brought her own sheets and pillowcase with her. I never could understand it as a child. Why for Heaven’s sake can’t she use our sheets? Does she think they are dirty? Has she gone finally nuts?

    Last weekend we were visiting our friends. Next morning I took this picture. Then I realised. Nowadays we take our sleeping bags when we stay a night at some of our friends’ homes. We sleep in their guest bed inside our sleeping bags. We can zip two sleeping bags cosily together. It reminds us of sleeping in a tent. Like we were outdoors in wilderness. Bats flying, owls hooting, stars twinkling.

    I just wonder what their kids think of us.
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