Now Ove is standing in front of his wife with two plants. Because it was a question of principle. ‘There was no way I was going to pay three crowns,’ rails Ove, his eyes looking down into the gravel. Ove’s wife often quarrels with Ove because he’s always arguing about everything. But Ove isn’t bloody arguing. He just thinks right is right. Is that such an unreasonable attitude to life?
