I realise that it's Wednesday now but I started this yesterday, so there you go.
Last Saturday the camera man and I spent a late afternoon and early evening getting paint off a rail and wood on a ceiling at Heidi and Sjoerd's place. We got home about 9ish and my phone was empty so I made it charge while we took a hot shower to warm up. If I didn't know the date, you would never convince me that it is summer.
27 hours later we found ourselves in the south of France, in the dark outside the gates of an unknown campsite.
To spare you the details and me the annoyance of typing this on a phone I'll give you the short story.
My father is diagnosed with a disease called Guillaum Barre (sp?). They got to him quickly with the correct diagnosis as only 1 in 100.000 get it. This means that the possible complete paralysis was avoided and he is slowly getting the feeling back in his legs
He'll get off his drip on Friday if all goes well and they will move him home that day if they possibly can.
Eventually, the world will stop spinning so fast.
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