On June 17 we barbecued 140 hot dogs for our yearly garden party. Dad went swimming in the sea in the morning and in the hot tub afterwards he complained about having to go to several different supermarkets to be able to find 150 hot dog buns. Then a guy next to him who turned out to be the owner of a bakery made a call and one hour later we got 150 hot dog buns delivered to our door. It's like someone would bother driving 150 boxes of strawberries to your door at Midsommar just like that with absolutely no notice. Because of all the parades our street is closed off by the police so we are still not quiet sure how it happened, but if you ever have a problem in Iceland it can be solved in the hot tub for sure. It's like the pub to the Brits.
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