You may breathe…
…I know there was worry and fret and anxiousness.
But it’s okay.
Today I have spoken to Dutch-Bernard-in-Belgium.
His wife has been in hospital, he hadn’t even noticed that we were late with the payment.
But the bill is paid, and Family Cinders SHALL go to the ball in France. If there was a ball. Which there isn’t. Except a football. Which I’m sure there’ll be one of tucked into the car when I’m not looking.
There’s be a pool though. And it has my name on it.