Mens jeg var på en visitt hos Rolf og Maisen for å dumpe en gigantisk ordbok sammen med mappen min med kjemipapir, fikk jeg en telefon fra et nummer som startet med +44.

Yes, a call from England, my dear readers! And guess who the caller was? None other than Anna Tonkin, the mother of the boy! Brits never cease to amaze me with their perfect pronunciation of my first name; Kieu. A feat Norwegians are rarely able to achieve, I’m sorry to say. Partly why I’m mostly known as Kiyu/Kyu in these regions. At one point or another, you just get tired of endlessly repeating to strangers how to pronounce your name. “You know what, just call me Kiyu!”

Anyways, she was wondering whether I was still interested, and you can bet your gut that I was! While I was having a mental fit of panic, my physical self was putting in a great effort to sound calm, collected and intelligent, so that Mrs. Tonkin wouldn’t think a total airhead was going to teach her son Norwegian. I wouldn’t put my money on my success though, I wasn’t sure what to say whenever she didn’t ask me a qestion, and she seemed like she was waiting for me to say something. Er. Not good, I guess. She asked things like whether I had arranged any accommodation (a small part of me was blissfully wondering whether she was possibly going to suggest I stay with her) and when I was coming to Norwich. I’m going to meet her to discuss things once I’ve been settled in Norwich, so it’ll be great :)

I really can’t wait. I think the deal’s more or less there, so I guess I have to go hunt for children’s books! Asbjørnsen & Moe and the Brothers Grimm, here I come!

Jeg tror guttungen kommer til å elske meg, hva tror dere? Foto: Britt

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