"How convenient - have I told you about my refugee budget?" I ask.
"That is why I am telling you about the food", she says.
There also turns out to be cake. Late that evening I also get a chocolate ball at a café, probably my last self-bought pleasure this week: I have now 83 sek left for nine days.
Day seventeen: fruit offered at work, sandwiches offered at work. Breakfast at work. Very food-focused here, but I realise how little I cook at home even in this position. I get another bookshelf for free that I carry home without any adventures. I will try to repaint it, but will have to use giftwrapping paper as a substitute first.
The friend I played badminton with writes that she forgot to pay for her part when we played badminton - shall she refund me next time we play? I take my chance, suggesting she could invite me for dinner. I mean, I carried a few boxes and such today and now I am shaking of hunger. I text another friend at night and tell her that I have to cancel the planned-for zumba tomorrow; I am simply too afraid that I would faint afterwards. She - oh lucky lord - reminds me of having promised to invite me to a restaurant once and that time perhaps have come.