Vol verwachting klopt ons hart

Okay, today this bloody essay has to be finished, and it's gonna be a crap essay (how in the world am I going to squeeze the analysis of eight highly interesting books into 2500 words?!) because I haven't slept tonight due to a party of noisy Spanjolen next door (> Angry Anna, but hey: the sun is shining! and Brian May plays the guitar!, so. Dus.). But maybe my lack of sleep has to do with the following as well...

While the Good Holy Man is on his way to a warm welcome by you and throngs of other children, whose little faces glow in expectation, standing on a windy Sneker quay on a cold November day, like it has been for as long as we can remember, and will be for many years to come (Saecula saeculorum Amen) ...

...here in Exeter another guest is expected.

Because this guest will want a great deal of attention (or he's gonna get it anyway), I'm afraid that means bad news for you, "trouwe lezertjes thuis". So you do not need to worry if you won't hear from me the coming week. What's more, it will be a relief to finally have some time left to live your own lives! (Come to think of it, your newly acquired freedom might very well cost me my audience...). You're going cold turkey for a week: hold on!

But me too: I miss you already...

Yours,

Anna