the Alliance was not dead, just in upplösningstillstånd. Annie Lööf wanted still reluctant to pick the bottom firmaskylten, for the partnership between the bourgeois parties had long been fruitful and successful.
she sat still in the office and worked on the kravlistor that would be sent to the company’s main competitor. It was bitterly cold. She was considering to put on a coal, but instead chose to warm himself at the thought of the future climate-friendly technical solutions.
In a small scrub on the other side of the hallway sat her bookkeeper, Björklund, and copied political quotes. He whistled merrily. Annie Lööf peeked at him through the door and muttered: ”What has that he to be glad? During the latch parliament and a split in the partifamiljen and hardly any shirt on the body, and yet he is sitting there and whistling false!”
the door opened wide and the head of the company’s main competitor, Stefan Löfven, hojtade; ”Merry christmas, Annie! Here I come with a large “negotiating box”.”
”Humbug!”, said Loof in sharp tone.
”Oh, no,” said the old arch rival. ”Here I have packed down some really good christmas puddings. And then there is something more that you long desired you, and will like.”
”Oh,” said Annie Lööf, ”we’ll see, but tell you nothing”.
Annie Lööf saw that he was in the chain, hooked Only excited the opposition
Night came. Annie Lööf walked home to his tjäll and looked at Karl-Bertil Jonsson’s christmas eve for as well as vaccinations and strengthen the resilience against the konfiskatoriska socialism. Then, she ate a fig and went on fishing. But hardly had she fallen asleep before she was awakened by groans and a metallic rattling.
”Humbug!”, said Loof in his, as usual, unusually sharp way.
”I Extravalets spirit,” said a dismal yet airy shape that dragged on a heavy chain. Annie Lööf saw that he was in the chain hooked not just a lot of empty tills tagged with ”Confidence” but also the sweden democrats stoked the opposition.
on me, but you should fear me. The is I who is the ghost in the room, and now I’m going to let three of my ghost writers show you the policy in Sweden, what is and what it can be,” intoned the frankly very ovälkomne the guest.
”Humbug”, yawned Lööf, with slightly less sharpness than in the past.
”We, or rather you, will have to see,” said the Spirit.
suddenly in an unpleasant way if the riksdag press centre. Three pressandar pillade with their powerpoint Presentation.
”I’m really old mandatperioders spirit, and here you will see how cozy it was in the past,” said the first. And Annie Lööf saw now how the old Centergubbarna danced the circle dance with the socialist patriarchs: List and Per Albin, Hedlund and Erlander, Olof Johansson and Göran Persson.
involuntarily after the dog-eared Ayn Rand-the volume she had hidden under her pillow. Eat jam with the enemy? No hell either, she thought, rather than to be training wheels to the Leaves, I eat up my one shoe! So she remembered that she not only thought but said just that. What a nightmare this was!
”And who are you?” she asked in a definite tone, the other kommunikationsspöket.
the current regeringsbildningens spirit,” said the strategic tjänsteanden and projected a jättebild by the president, by Andreas Norlén with the coffee pot in one hand and a barrel of traditional Swedish christmas pasteries in the other.
”No more cakes”, moaned Loof. ”Rather then the shoe. Or brawn.”
it can be if Extravalets spirit of the lord may run all the way into the tile, said third verbalvålnaden. Now Annie Lööf see three tombstones: On the one, it was the Greens, on the other the Liberals, on the third Liberal mittenpolitik. Next opened a mysande Jimmie Åkesson in the blue and yellow santa hat one gift after the other, all wrapped up in beautiful midnattsblått paper.
Annie Lööf lifted up the package from the Leaves and opened it. Impatiently sorted she removed all the small good syltorna and went straight for the hard gifts.
”the Humbug?”, she asked herself. Maybe. Maybe not. But what was the alternative? And it’s christmas, the good will and änglakörernas feast. Loof lifted the well-wrapped, the promise of a changed and liberalised labour laws, squeezed on it and read the attached greeting: ”Best Annie, if the size not fit so of course, it is okay to change.”
see, she thought, well, we’ll see.
