It was much worse than what I had thought. To the furthest right corner lay the remains of the Jag. It is a miracle that there is anything left at all.
However, from the ashes...
rises the phoenix, or the other jag. Parts were for this sexy lady. I am not fond of white so i will have it painted, black, what else? With a rich beige interior. She is officially an old timer so no road taxes! Dat scheelt in nederland!
Some people have kids that run around with buckets on their heads, I have a cat that runs around with a sheet over his head.
Some really lovely buildings around my atelier. I am heading towards the shopping centrum to pick up some art supplies.
Enjoying the sights once I arrive. 
Last saturday in an old street in Haarlems center a small fire in a "massage parlor" broke out. For some reason known only to rocket scientists, the helicopter was using infrared to see where if it was spreading decided to land in the small street. His propeller hit a lampost broke off and flew into another building so he jerked the helicopter upward but fell directly back to the ground as he noticed he couldn't fly without all of his propeller.
