E 'come spring. I mean that weather, and if anyone has any idea how
long, cold winter has been the Netherlands this year knows what I mean. So I
disconnected from the PC, I left out of the niche in which I was moldy and I'm as much as possible "into the wild.
very "wild" in my garden right now: he realized that it's too hot and is exploding. Mica flowers, eh!, But weeds weeds and hedges to be trimmed. Moderately
"wild" the village. They came vacationers as the pheasants that are: in winter do not see them ever and a day are all there, big as turkeys, pheasants that you wonder if the jump was the "egg" was born and grown up now and feathered. bah. I have to ask why the mystery of Google San pheasants upsets me somewhat. At least they
, however, I did not steal the car park at the supermarket. As do 'sti damn tourists from April 1 at the end of August the surrounding crowd. What then ... but what ever you travel around here? They work as cleaners in the sewage water of establishments? A trip to the refineries? A picnic on the dock 2356? Given that electronic
laziness, lying inside the PC into a hundred photos of Antwerp, Leiden Brielle and I want to show you as soon as I find the urge to write even two lines of caption.
Given that next week will also parentame assorted do not think I do it very soon.
I also have to clean the glass. After 10 days of sun the excuse of "but as soon ripiove" no longer holds. And the one "but they are not dirty, there's only mist!" was pierced for some time. Ugh.
signed
disturbingly little wild Desperate Housewife
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