That painful moment when you are still recovering from your Amsterdam hangover, leaving your house while talking to a “long time no see” friend, locking yourself out of the house completely, so you have to call someone to change the lock…
I’m officially the worst house guest ever… Sorry mam, sorry dad… But hey, the front door now opens and locks very smoothly again! Tadaa! You’re welcome!
Bie, sorry for the typical “Let’s start the day chaotic, with Imke” moment and thanks for the rest of the day! See you again on Tuesday, right?