witching time

Today, I pressed the big red button to get some arses kicked to have my income tax sorted: a fax is going to be sent! I also go a bunch of forms to fill in. Let's see if this will finally put my tax saga to rest. 

A puppet theatre has put up its tents outside our local swimming pool. We might have to go to see a show. The grumpy teenager might even come along. I would prefer to see a more traditional fairy tale, but it seems like Biene Maja has to do.