Where the buffalo roam

Back in Amsterdam. It is pissing down. When I stepped into the taxi, Crowded House's 'Take the weather...' came on. Seriously.

My balcony was going to be renovated while I was gone. I come back to find it isn't even near finished yet and it's going to be more expensive than estimated. For the rest of my time off, I'll have someone in the house, banging away at things.

My defrosted fridge is sitting in the middle of my living room and lots of (snail mail) seems to be missing. The smell of paint is strong.

All in all, it's nice to be back home.