They say that traveling by Steam Train is one of the greatest experiences and that without it your life is just not complete. I am 47 now and I have never traveled in a real Steam Train. Until now. Last Saturday we went to a tiny little railway station in the south of The Netherlands in a province called Limburg.
Nobody mourned at Mole’s demise
Killing him really was the only way
Everyone thought that it was wise
Trapping the animal just as if to say
A warning to them all: this Mole dies
For John Cleese, his last alimony instalment was paid today
O she ripped the heart out from his chest
Together with the fat wallet in his pocket
Then left him so broken hearted and skint
And at the high honourable judge’s behest
She got the final ruling of the court in print
Took his home, his pots and pans, yes his cat
As she loved hanging out with dirty animals
Her boyfriend is a flea bag and lawyer a rat
How can one survive this I can hear you say
Escape from her evil hate and money games
By praying continuously that she will perish
May her earthly goods unrightfully claimed
Including my wallet she took go up in flames
I am so proud! Today my oldest daughter Anouk passed her exams. Say goodbye to Gymnasium*, WHOOHOOO!!!
Next step: University. So we can be proud again sometime. And in between as always. I love you girl.
We are now going to celebrate her diploma with a meal in Bella Torino, pizza for everyone, my treat no problem. I am too excited anyway to prepare Tea and the new oven arrived but it isn’t connected yet. Party time now!
Show your boobs
To the troops
Because they need
Your tender loving
For your country
And kill the enemy
In the night
So support them
In every way you can
Just be clever
And show your boobs
To the troops
They need it now
More than ever
Sometimes the song is written down without ink
And the notes on the scores are made by crying
In your darkest moments loneliness is the muse
For inspiration only inspired by great sadness
And the song has no end, it is a song of tears
Today there is a feast in Heaven
The trumpets are resounding in its halls
Thousands of souls are singing Praise to God
No effort was too much to make this a success
Holy, holy is the Lord heavenly voices proclaiming
Above the blue, higher than the sky, a feast of happiness
A little while ago we read the story about Babel from the Bible. We had just finished our tea and as we always read from the Holy Bible and pray to say thanks for the meal, this time we took a few minutes more to discuss what we just listened to.
My two oldest children are having their exams this and next week. The stress is almost visible in the room as they review their next exam over and over again. I remember taking my exams, I remember the tension and stress, the irritation and excitement.
In a week it will all be over for them and then they will have to wait for the outcome, that one important phone call. And I know how they feel, I took my exams three times. Three most important phone calls. Three times? Yes, three times, I will explain it to you.