Well, hurrah!

They're back again. The flat is full.

Back to filthy sinks and dish-littered work tops. Back to writing your name on milk bottles. Back to - oi, where's that box of chocolates gone?

And we have someone who thinks she's still fifteen and living with her parents and therefore must secretly (secretly my ...) smoke her joints in our toilet thank you very much. Still, it does relieve some of the heimweh to the Nieuwmarkt underground station entrance I guess.

However: I can smell spring heading our way this morning. I like post-Christmas winter (and not only because my birthday is in it).

What else has been happening the past few days?

I have finished essay #5, unfortunately rushing a bit towards te end. And got very mad at the school admin. office, but never mind about that.

I also finished Teheran, een zwanenzang by F. Springer. Thank you A/M.: it took me a while to like the characters (not that that's necessary always, but in this case it was), but it certainly was worth it.

Also, the real Swiss Cheesefondue on monday was great, and so was the real Swedish "Bloss". And so was the real Italian Kiss. And there's another Swiss dinner coming up this monday.

But first, I'm off to a lecture about "Dissent and persecution", and to my sixth essay.