There is a saying "You never know the day before the sun sets".
How right that is. Dont't be afraid I believe there's a happy ending to this story. And I must really say that it's not story that needs to be told, but it's something that I need to write down here in Norway (my time is 10.20 Pm)

My wife (Torunn) works in Stavanger and I work in Klepp (all of You know the geography?) So she takes the bus and I drive, but sometimes our schedules fit and she can drive with me. Well, this morning our schedules nearly fit, I planned to leave home at 5.50 AM and I was going to ask her: do You wanna hitch a ride, but she was in the bathroom, so I thought: she'll probably want to walk.

I opened up the office at 6.30, made coffe, started the computer and settled in.
Around 7.05 Torunn calls and says: have You seen the news, the bus skidded on the ice, went over, down into the river, I'm okay, I guess - but I've got trouble standing on my feet. I'll call You later, either from the emergency ward or the university hospital.

Well, I tried to find out where they had taken her, but that is not allways easy in the case of an accident involving more than 20 people. Then there was a newsflash on TV that a woman in her fifties was taken by helicopter to the university hospital in Stavanger. I "knew" at once: that is Torunn, and it was. So I found her in the ICU at the hospital with a seriously broken hipbone and tomorrow they are going to decide if she is to be flown to Oslo (me (Baard) and Iano (dog) will probably follow in our car) for an operation. And then 2, 3 ...months of training.

Did the title to this have meaning? I don't know, but it felt good writing it.



The most important thing is: Torunn is alive and kicking - well at least wriggling her toes!!


With kind regards
Baard (my real name), soon the owner of two fantastic kilts and Iano (the loyal dog)