Characteristic Dutch Village.
It was a quiet week, at least here in Amersfoort. When you only relate the world to what you hear in the media, the rest of the world is in turmoil. In a couple of years, there will not be one day in the year without a disaster to commemorate.
At home there are new arrivals, young adults with ‘a history’. I am told that I might get a female neighbor known to be a rather bitchy. This gossip makes me curious.
Much of my time was spent on scanning diaries from my parents.
On Thursday and Friday I am approached by the R.A.C.P.A. The first animal is a very young rabbit taken from a nest where the other young are dead, probably attacked by a dog. I take this poor thing to Amsterdam. The other animal is a hedgehog with a sore leg, probably hit by a bicycle.
Typical parking lot.
This voluntary work gets me off my chair and out into the world. It is funny to do this kind of work and I like it.