For those of you who didn’t catch yesterday’s hint: I’m back home in Amersfoort. There’s still some work left to be done on my knee, which does of course mean that I’m still walking around with two of those damned crutches, but still: I’m home.
On a entirely coincidental side note: tomorrow I’m going to see the Golden Earring. Since I
can’t find my am too lazy to search for my copy of The Naked Truth for the more appropriate unplugged version, you’ll have to make do with the original, long haired, tree hugging hippie version of Back Home.