“Where the fuck are my sunglasses?”

It’s summer time and with summer time comes summer scheduled. Trains and buses are reduced to an hourly (and if your lucky a 30 minute) schedule. With my luck I miss the bus by 2 minutes. And this because the train was delayed by 5.

I had set the alarm clock to 6.30 am as Victoria left for Greece today and I have promised to take care of the dogs. Reinout would substitute this word with “the Beasts” and in all honesty I’m inclined to as well. Alarm clock fails to go off, and I wake up spontaneously sometime just short of 7 am. I rush to get dressed, put on the laundry (because it’s Friday and our cleaning lady is coming), and walk downstairs to feed the animals and then get my paraphernalia (i.e. phone, keys, sunglasses and my sneakers). It takes no more than 2 minutes and when I walk into the kitchen, Cecile (I presume) has decided to start off her morning with an inside wee. I frantically clean up the mess before I open the door and the dogs run out, oblivious to any potential threat of a car driving by. I secretly wish one would get hit and there would be one less worry in our family.

But the street is empty and as I reach the park, it’s completely deserted. I walk with brisk strides, trying to reclaim some of the lost time from this morning. It takes about 10 minutes, and when I’m home I grab my bike keys and head for the gym. It’s very unexcited as I watch the profession of a Cobra catcher on National Geographic whilst killing the cross trainer. It feels good getting my aggressions out on a piece of equipment that can’t defend itself!

A coffee for Reinout, another set of laundries and I’m about 20 minutes late for my train. An in-and-out shower, quick brush of my hair, 5 minutes make-up and clothes from yesterday and I’m ready to go. Last check… “Where the fuck are my sunglasses?”

Finally on the bus!