Flowers on Friday

The second day of saying goodbye. This time to the pupils of the regular school and to 'my' pupils, some of whom leave for another school and the others waved to me a happy holiday and see you next year. Well, I'll just move to another section of the learning space. The two schools have their groups mixed togetherer in the building.
There is no such thing as saying goodbye. Except for the children who emigrate to Canada or Belgium, I will undoubtedly meet everyone again in our village.

I skipped the annual drink with Fransje. It is much too busy in the cafes and on the terraces. We'll do it later somewhere less crowded.

The rose on my blip of today I got from Yazan. Sweet.