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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jul-19-2012

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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jul-18-2014

I live at the top of one of the longest streets in the old city center. I have never gone down the whole street, the furthest ( farthest ?) I go is across the street from the big butt cathedral, where I dump my garbage in one of those underground containers, a privilege which is quite pricey, but they do have *garbage police* here, who sort out illegally dumped rubbish and there is quite a fine if you are caught.

I do know – rumor has it- that there is some sortof *residence* for the * socially challenged* members of the old city, somewhere wa-a-y down the street, far, far away from me. I live in an *A* location, she said smugly.

I still cannot walk very far at all without taking a short rest-the-foot break. I do very short term goals. I went to the supermarket today. Rest. Walk. Rest. Walk- you get the idea. On my third rest on the way home, I was looking around and saw this middle-aged, perhaps elderly woman rooting through a garbage bin. It is the sort of bin one finds in a city, aluminum colored, meant to scarf up used hankies and bubble gum wrappers. Not an atomic bin at all.

So I am sitting there, resting the foot, hiding behind my Jackie O glasses, and she is just rooting around in that bin. Then she found something and ate it ! It was across the street from a snack shop ( and also by where The Boy works). She was not gaunt. But I had rested the foot and was off to my next target. Once there, resting the foot, I saw her once again- rooting through another bin and finding a snack.

I saw her once more, doing the same. There is a bin really rather close to my door, I was tempted to hang out for a while,however it was really warm and I just opened my door and went upstairs.

Been There, Saw That.

Dank Je Wel

Posted by Mummy Dearest on Jun-23-2014

I dumped some garbage today. I don’t like garbage in the place. It reeks of hoarders. My garbage goes into an underground container right across from the big butt and beautiful cathedral that The Big City is famous for. After I dump my garbage, I always either lean against the wall of the library or sit on a window ledge belonging to the library. And I look at the cathedral.

So, I am sitting on a window ledge, looking at the cathedral, minding my own business, and a younger man walks by and says to me in Dutch that I look like shite . I don’t think I looked like shite- although I do need a touch up on my hair. And I responded in Dutch, saying thank you.

He walked on, muttering very loudly.

Moral of the story : do not dump your garbage in the city center an hour and a half before the Dutch team is playing in the World Cup. I should have known better.

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Posted by Mummy Dearest on Nov-8-2013

Through what must have been a fluke or what falls under * God protects idiots and drunks* ( Take your pick- or both, I am not proud) I have 2 tickets for the premiere of *Catching Fire*.

A half an hour after I reserved the tickets, the cinema was fully booked for a solid week.

I picked up the tickets today. Wanted to know where the cinema was.

Nice place. Nervous about the street at 1 minute into November 20th, and then 146 minutes later.

The Boy gave me good safety tips.

Is The Baby thrilled ?

Does a Bear sh*t in the woods ?

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