At the beach

This afternoon the sun was shining wonderfully so I had two options:
- Polish the windows
- Take the kids to the beach

It took me two seconds to make up my mind, instead of the usual one second hard thinking. The windows were so full of kids hand prints that I really should clean them, but remembering that it will rain again tomorrow, who cares. You can’t see a thing any way.

We have a beautiful nature reservation with a loooong beach near by so off we went collecting mussel shells. One hour and 2000 mussel shells later my Houellebecq depression was gone, la vie est belle, and I am sure if Houellebecq had been with us, he would have agreed.

Now we have a collection of about 2 million mussel shells at home. On Monday I will order 5000 cubic meters sand and fill the garden with sand and mussel shells. We will have a private beach and there will be no need to moan the lawn ever again.