The Dragon mystery

When I was in Gothenburg with Amanda some weeks back, I bought these lovely earrings from a very interesting shop, called Avi & Lena.

They have now been missing two times, and I have never used them. The first time was just after I'd returned from the journey, and unpacked only sporadically (so of course it was laying in a bag), but this last time I was on the verge of panic, that today I couldn't find them anywhere, I even looked behind the fridge.

The reason for this panicky searching?
I live in a 29m2 flat here in Kristianstad, with only a room and a bathroom, and nobody except me has keys to this place. The conclusion I took then was that someone has been in my flat without me knowing it. Panic and short breathing started to spread.... Could people just come in here as they pleased?? Paranoid thoughts accompanied the panicky feeling...

But then again, logically, why take a tiny pouch with earrings, and not my camera or laptop, worth way more?
So they must be here somewhere, I tried to say to myself. I searched through the little stuff I have here, several times over. I even started to lift mattresses to see if I had for some reason walked in my sleep and hidden it there, but no. On the fourth time I upside-downed one of my purses the little black pouch they are stored in came into view. I can't understand WHY I found it on the fourth time, and not the first. I mean, I literally poured out this little purses contents three times before I found my pouch-o-Dragon earrings on the last go. Hence the title.

Has anyone else had this kind of situation?

Kids + boredom =...?

Yesterday I was in H&M for some haircolor, queue-ing for the cashier. There was a father with his two kids, a girl and a boy, waiting on the side, I guess the mom was in the line in front of me.

The girl was restless, as it is very boring to wait endlessly when you are little. She walked a bit around, and fumbled with stuff on the shelves. And the waiting started to be boringly long.

I have this space invaders bag, right, check the picture. A little bit of nostalgia there. Anyway.

This little girl suddenly walks up to my purse, she is so small that she has to stretch to reach its front, pretends to pick one of the space invaders from the purse, and put it in her mouth! She even smacked with her lips and pretended it was good! haha!!! 

It really made standing in queue worth it!

There's something about the water

I've been here in Kristianstad, Skåne län, Sweden now for over a week, and there is something about the water that makes me wonder.

For one, it tastes very different. Which I noticed this weekend when I was in Göteborg with Amanda. The water here just tastes... plasticy.. ish. hard to describe really. But its not a fresh or refreshing taste.

And its IMPOSSIBLE to feel that the soap is fully rinsed away from dishes, showering, washing hands, hairwash etc. My hair looks like a bland dull red cloth that has been out in the sun too long. I'm worrying a bit about coloring it. Will I ever get the chemicals out from the hair?

HOW do the people here do it? I've seen people with shiny, clean and no leftover-soap-look in their hair. Do they have very long showers, or is there a secret "Skåne-soap" that everyone use?

And I washed a white tank top here the other day, it came back with weird-ass looking stains on it. Like the yellowish brown color that can come on the inside of mens white shirt collars after long time use. But it was on the outside of the top. I swear it was not spilled on or spotty before going in the washer.

Is it because the water here contains more minerals, that it feels so different? In any case, I prefer water from my own hometown(s) best.