This week I made the fatal mistake of entering an outdoor shop. I had never been inside a Swedish one and it was a little different to the UK versions.
Above the counter hung a variety of axes for different purposes. I had to try hard not to think of Halloween horror stories and bloody scenes.
Downstairs was a wide selection of sheath knives which I could freely pick up and inspect as my imagination ran riot about who was standing behind or near me.
Not far from here the expandable metal toasting forks were on display and dark paranoid thoughts continued to cross my mind.
The sales assistants were not very friendly either. I tried hard not to look closely at their mouths to see how long their incisor teeth were.
These places should have a danger sign hanging over their entrances. I find it almost impossible to leave an outdoor shop without buying some gadget and once more I succumbed to temptation. To remove the chill from my bones I left and sought refuge in a coffee shop, wrapping several fleece blankets around me for comfort.