A cloud of fear has descended on The Hague. People step out of their doors in the morning full of trepidation. There is a palpable sense of anxiety, a collective apprehension barely contained. Something has changed.
The B is abroad.
Mounted on her metal machine, nothing in her path is safe. People, pigeons, all things scatter before her. She stalks the streets leaving destruction in her wake.
I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. I’m sorry I’ve stopped talking to you for no apparent reason. I’m sorry I’ve pulled the blogging equivalent of the “Not tonight honey, I have a headache” excuse everyday for the last month.
If you are expecting a thrilling and enthralling explanation, now would be the time to lower your expectations. Have I been busy? Yeah. Have I been lazy? Hell yeah. Have I been acting like a total twit in public as per usual? Tick. Do I have some interesting stories to share? Yep. Can they be shared on a blog my parents know about? Cue frantic head shaking and boggle eyes.
In case you are socially awkward and incapable of interpreting body language accurately, that last one’s a no.