Dad

I forgot to mention something quite important last week.

I now officially have an old man as my dad. He's retired from his job as a hospital receptionist, and is now on what is called "brugpensioen"¹ in Belgium. As a result, he'll have a lot more time to be at home—and nag me for a numer of things, apparently. Or so he thinks. Must find a way to make him stop doing that...

¹literally "bridge retirement", this is a system where people, under certain special circumstances, can retire before they reach the age of 65, which is the normal age for people to retire in Belgium. Dad is "only" 58...