To the bleu and yellow

We divided the large attic room into half for my painting and half for Bert's music. A small space next to it is for the Christmas tree, carnival clothes and camping gear, as well as the important better children's toys. The boy's boxes were on the landing. Boxes full of memories of his childhood. He has no room for it, living in a two-room flat in Amstelveen. Everything in cardboard boxes that have started to look sloppier over the years.

Yesterday I decided to order a cupboard to hide the boxes in. This morning we could pick up the order. The retrieval went like a macDrive. We reported to a counter in the parking lot, drove on to the parking lot next to the building and the ordered products were delivered to the car. Very handy and I did not have to leave the car. Only Bert had to do that to get the boxes in the car.