Yesterday evening I was told that we needed some forms for one of the boys who has applied for another school. He wants to become a photographer.
He got the forms years ago, and we never expected to use them. Even worse, we didn't know if we had them here at home.
So I looed at the places where we save our paperwork. Nothing.
When I went to bed I couldn't sleep, so I started searching again.... and found them! Even found the photocopies....
at 3.30 in the night.
So this morning I decided to take it easy and change the look of this blog.
Wanted to do it ages ago.
The girls took the forms for the parents evening to school.
After some consideration I decided that we didn't want to speak with the teacher who has caused so much trouble. With almost calligraphed handwriting I wrote that we won't come.
It's not that we can't keep an eye on the schoolwork of our daughter. I'll make an appointment next week to speak with the person who has assessed her and her twinsis to see if they are dyslectic.
Our country remembered the disaster of Enschede.
5 years ago a fireworksfactory exploded, leaving a hole in the city.
Many people died, and even more people are severely traumatised.
Grrrr, the little TV I have upstairs gave up.
It only shows a very bright white horizontal stripe.
The sound is OK.
The thing is rather old, but it did well.. till now.
I used to have an old tube-radio.
Knew the thing insode out and reverse.
When something was the matter, I knew how to fix it.
It was fun to go to a special shop to buy a new tube.
A young girl knowing what she was doing.
But times change.
The shop isn't there anymore.
I can't find the right tubes anymore,
and so that radio is hidden away in the back corner of the attick.
This little TV won't go there.
Wish I knew what's the matter....
Read at the paper that the doctors in our region intend to go on strike again.
That means that I'm not able to attend my doc at 5 minutes away, but that I have to go to the ER at a hospital. That's 20 minutes on a bycicle, 30 minutes on the buss and 5 minutes walking.
Just great when you have a broken legg!
And that all because they think they're not receiving enough payment.
Get away!!
Or doc works only parttime. Keeps housecalls to an absolute minimum.
he lives in a nice big house, with a nice small wife, and three cute well dressed and decorated daughters. Ohh. and his car!!! Absolutely great!
At least two times a year he's on vacation. And he has a caravan, in case they want to go out for the weekend.
He pays his additional courses and a lot of courses for his assistant.
This lucky me is not jealous, but when I realise that he's going on strike for even more money, forcing us to take an expensive cab in case of a real emergency, forcing old people and invalids and young mothers with families, to wait for hours and hours on end to be seen at the ER....
So I wrote on my Dutch blog that they'd better find another way to protest.
I was so irritated that I even send it to the chairman of the doctors organisation of our region.
Now they're not able to see they don't know any alternatives.
I gave them some!!!
In Kenia a dog found a baby in a dirty bag.
She brought the bag-and-baby to her own puppies.
Humans found the baby and brought her to hospital, where they cleaned her, removed the maggots from her umbilical cord and named her Angel.
She's healthy and doing fine.
Isn't it amazing: a dog that wanted to take care of her as one of her own puppies?
Many humans don't even care for the people nextdoor.
