Yesterday we started taking all the stuff to the new flat, but we did it all on foot since the flat is just 300 m away from my current flat. Now half of it is already there, but there's still a couple of boxes to carry, and lots of clothes, pieces of furniture, and a mattress to carry. Thank God it's raining a bit today, it is the perfect excuse not to carry much stuff today again. After the struggle to carry up all that weight -suitcases, boxes, chairs, etc- to the 5th floor -and no lift-, we went to the beach which was stuffed with people because it was actually a Sun-day, but nobody was swimming in the sea. Since Magnús had already said that he would get in the water when the temperature outside was 20º, he eventually did and swam a bit while I was eating non-stop, first an apple, and then my Nutella sandwich (and then his Nutella sandwich). Later he ate the last 3 Ballerina biscuits we had bought in Ikea, even though the last one of them was for me... but when I was having it, I started feeling haunted by a big black dog who was smelling it, and so I gave my biscuit to Magnús so that the dog wouldn't eat it, only to see how he himself put it into his mouth, and so I was left with no biscuit at all, while I was shouting at him in the middle of the beach, telling him "Magnús, ¡dame mi galleta!" –“Magnús, give me my biscuit!”

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