My life. Whatever. Almost a diary - part 2: Introvert and phlegmatic reflections on life and stuff.
Nothing good gets away. Live, love and laugh. Don't lie and don't eat the fish.
Sunday, December 9
unorganized activity
To find grass we have to move indoors.
The boys meet up for some hours of football. When I was a kid we called it leisure/free time. Today it is officially called "unorganized activities".
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