So we went to a Dutch activity park on the weekend. All those swimming pools, cafes and entertainment rigs where you just can’t stop wondering how mindbogglingly ugly (some) families are. Impressively bad fitness levels, not really compensated by tattoos, despite apparent belief to the contrary, unhealthy eating habits and nasty, sickly looking kids with chocolate ice cream smeared on their faces and god knows what brown on their hands. A sight to behold at that park. Good thing though! I skipped most of it as I hybernated in the rental, drifting between bed, toilet and veranda; I was quite morose most of that time as well.
I couldn’t get any air through the nose, so the nights were full of weird & morose dreams.
The first night got me this tenacious dream that my wife was about to kill me.
She had devised an absolutely bulletproof plan to do so, I’ve worked this out after a few loops. I really can’t avoid it. The sequence of the border sticks tied together has been started and nothing can undo it now. Its going to work out with a mathematical precision.
At this moment I woke up, sat up on the bed and looked at my wife with concern. She was asleep.
“What did I do to you, woman, ” – I thought, – “that you are going to do this to me?”
She didn’t answer, so I lied down again and accepted my imminent death.