working

32 hours in two days. Work, work and more work. It has been extremely tiring, but nice. 

Two days ago I got to play with a coupe of 4 year old boys on a small break I had. I was on a big swing, reading my book, when they appeared and wanted to swing with me, and talk about the scary picture on the cover of my book. I think one of the dads found it strange at first, but then he loosened up a little, and gave me and these three boys a swing.

One of the boys was so cute. He wanted me to sit next to him and all of a sudden he kissed my shoulder and told me he liked girls. It was adorable. 

On the second day I went to a restaurant to get  lunch box for one of my oldie. The owner is such a friendly man who has had the place running for 39 years. He handed me two lunchboxed of which he said on was for me. Pancakes. No need for more words. 

So 16 hours a day is a lot of time for working, but people are nice and grateful and it's warm and bright outside, so I don't really wanna complain about anything. And at the end of the day. I get paid.