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Dinsdag vermomd als Maandag


Zegt genoeg, nietwaar? Ik zou zweren dat het maandag is. Zo'n dag waarop je wakker wordt en er een donderwolk boven je bed blijkt te hangen; dat je onder de douche wilt stappen en het warme water afgesloten blijkt te zijn; dat je de post op wilt rapen en alleen maar snippers op de deurmat vindt, dat de melk zuur is geworden, de koffie niet te pruimen is, je katten chagerijnig in de gordijnen hangen, en er alleen Tell Sell en Nederland in Beweging op televisie te zien is.

Goedemorgen allemaal. Ik sla vandaag even over. Kom morgen maar terug. Ik moet mijn humeur namelijk even uit een diepe kloof gaan optakelen en ik geloof er niets van dat dat vandaag nog lukt.

~ Doet deurtje weer dicht ~


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