Always. Traveling.

This morning we went for our last ever dole stamp. But was there anything to celebrate this joyous occasion? A little ribbon, a biscuit, a drink? No. Nothing. I must say I'm quite disappointed and had expected better.
Cheap bastards.
Like decent unemployed people we went out and spent our money. The girlfriend finally got her new frier, after she burnt the other one to a crisp.
Just one of her many talents!

Unfortunately my dad will have to go back to Bruges for another operation. Tomorrow I'm to drive him for a consultation and then we'll know when they'll admit him again. Apparently he's lost some vision and there's water in his eye. Not nice.

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