And even though it was said as a joke I really meant it. I practicly have everything. I have an overflow of clothes, I have so much book it is hard to keep track -and find what I don't have-. I don't really need kitchen gadgets (except for a big kitchen aid mixer, but that is way over the xmas present budget). I don't want shower gels, and moisturizers either. Simply put if I think about it carefully I have everything except money. Money to fix up big things in the flat. Money to change old and crumbling furniture. Money to change the sik in the kitchen. Buy a new stereo... things like that.
The bed we've slept on was in crumbles for a long time. For the last couple of years the only thing between me and the broken squeaking springs was only a sheet. Ever since I've seen this bed in IKEA I was deeply in love with it. Evidently P. refused to even entertain the thought of getting this particular one, saying everything coming from IKEA is sh**.
It took me a while to collect myself after he left, but when I did I decided that I am too young getting up with my back aching, and I started to collect money, the same way my father did. It was around the time, when the new 200 Ft coins got into circulation (it worth about 1 USD) every time I recieved one (or more) I did not give it out back, but put it in a jar. Along with the bag I received for my last birthday it was finally enough.
So at one night we put all of them on the table.
Put them into stacks for easier counting.
Then rolled them into neat little rolls.