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It's hard to remember to write a sentence every day. Today for instance. I should really be in bed by now but here I am writing something I almost forgot :-)

We are indeed a blogging family. Now my sister's husband M has started too. Welcome in the gang!

Otherwise this was an ordinary Monday with work but also a struggle. I'm trying to find a trip to London at a good price which seems to be very hard. We are going, 5 of us, to see H.E.A.T perform.
It's hard to find a desent hotel in London. The rooms are very very small generally and often quite filthy. So I'm looking and also checking comments on Tripadvisor hoping to strike a find.
So wish me good luck.

Sweet dreams everyone :-)

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