Gerard is overleden. Een tragisch ongeval, dat vragen oproept, die mij niet interesseren, want: Gerard is overleden. De rest is bijzaak.
Zoe blessed this day by climbing on my bed with me in it (uttering “Daddy is a climbing frame!”), transforming it into a train, tjoeke-tjoeke-tjoeke’ing first to Mama station and then to Portugal. She looked long and deep into my eyes, a rare treat, before descending and running off at top speed. This girl is very comfortable with top speed.