Friday the 13th

A shiver runs down my spine. Brrr. The frightening confrontation with the diabolic number gives me spontanuously chicken skin. Luckily, no butcher in the neighbourhood. Gloemp. On such days, you have to be extra cautious. A reckless confrontation with the mercy of fate. A shiver seizes me again. Maybe I should close my window.

Shortly before 10, we leave to get the Toyota minibus.