December 17th. - I'm dreaming of a cold drink

The barrometer is showing plus degrees again and the snow is melting away. I think the reason why my ancesters moved to Norway is because they like me where people who got uncomfortably warm when the temperature reached hights where snow is melting. Therefor I had a fantastic idea of making a cup from ice. This is what I did. I put a glass in a larger cup of water.

Genius at work!

Then i put that cup in the freezer.

Then i waited over night and took the ice glass out of the cup.

All that waas left was take the inner glass out of the ice cup. I didn't do that however instead I broke the glass and cut my finger.

My thumb with a sticking plaster

So then I stood there with my beard in the mailbox, as the Norwegian saying goes, with a cut finger and a ice glass I couldn't drink froom because it was filled with ice shards. Isn't that simply fantastic!