The day started well, I pulled a pair of pants which I have not worn long, very long. In the pocket I found a bill. My mood got into the positive. The day still planned a barbecue with good friends and a meeting with another great friend.
But then it went downhill steep:
A friend forgot our appointment, which made me a bit angry at the moment because I was really looking forward. --- Sorry, I was so rude to you. I was just sad. ---
I got a call: My great-grandmother died.
Strange things also happened:
I saw a man who sweeps his grass with a broom. Confusing.
The barbecue was beautiful! Thanks again for the invitation!
On the way home we were stopped by a man who believed we were burglars, but he told us after 2 sets of information about us already of his motorcycle and his wife and he wanted to borrow us his motorcycle helmet. Crazy.
Good that this day is over.