Ram-tiddi-didlja dudi damm-diddi-didlja dudi daddel-didi-dimdam tidlja dudi-dej.

Ram-tiddi-didlja dudi damm-diddi-didlja dudi daddel-didi-dimdam tidlja dudi-dej.

Heja Thore. Snart är det din födelsedag. Vi glömmer Dig aldrig...

Me now live in cold Sweden. A cold but nice country. Not that I've seen a lot of it, but what I've seen is much good.

Maybe I'll get my own key to the house, so I can go out for some fresh air, and take a stroll at my own will. Being home alone is no fun, me wait for Nils-Erik. I want to go out and make friends.

Nils-Erik has told me that swedes hate thais, and that it's for my protection that he won't give me the door key. This makes me feel uneasy, but I'll take my chances.

Me husband is very stern, and has a strong will. Sometimes I come across as frigid and angry he says. That's why he slappes me around. It's my own fault. But I love you, my dear husband, though I realize I have a funny way of showing it.

I wish he'd give me the door key, and I wish to make swedish friends. Those are my goals. That's it from me, this is Joy signing off.