The f@#$%^& tram

Nearly every single morning, my tram drives past me 50 metres before I reach the tram stop. I refuse to run for it. Time doesn't seem to matter. Whether I'm 3 minutes early or late, this shit happens all the time. Unreal.

Nice soft light on the ferry this morning.

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In the evening I went to Mic's for dinner and to play squash after.

Noortje is proving to be a fast learner. She's a bright little girl.

Squash didn't go very well. After 5 minutes of playing I ran in to the wall really hard and bruised 2 ribs. Game over.