Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus, just to say that I hope this week treats you well.
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Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus, just to say that I hope this week treats you well.
Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus, just to say that I hope this week treats you well.
Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus, just to say that I hope this week treats you well.
Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus, just to say that I hope this week treats you well.
Monday. In a week with no festivities and five working days. Oh well. Glædelig mandag. Here's a postcard from #Aarhus to wish you a good day and a good week.
The second Monday of January feels even more Mondayish than the first Monday of January, somehow. Glædelig mandag, nevertheless. Here's a postcard from #Aarhus to wish you a good day and a good week.
Glædelig mandag. Today is Monday. There is a lot going on in the world. Here's a postcard from #Aarhus to wish you an uninteresting week in which nothing eventful or surprising or consequential happens.
Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus, just to say that I hope this week treats you well.
Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus, just to say that I hope this week treats you well.
I woke up and not only was it Monday, but it was still January. Oh well. Glædelig mandag anyway. Here's a postcard from #Aarhus to wish you a good day and a good week.
Happy First Monday Not In January! Glædelig mandag. Just sending you a postcard from #Aarhus to wish you a good day and a good week.
Glædelig mandag. Yes it is Monday, but it is also the ‘Winter holiday’ here in Denmark. Our 'half-term’, when many people are off for the week. Here’s a postcard from #Aarhus to wish you a good day, a good week and – if you’re on holidays this week - god vinterferie.
I thought the library looked nice in the luscious blue twilight so I snapped a photo. As I did, this swan silently appeared out of nowhere. I assume it had just sailed out of a storybook in the library and that it does this every night when it thinks we're not looking.