Our weekend started wonderful, with a swim in the sea and a romantic
sunset that would fit on a kitschy postcard. Flynn had the time of her
life, as the beach is her favorite place to run like crazy.
Sadly, I got a telephone with bad news Saturday evening; my mum had
fallen down the stairs and lies in the hospital with a shattered eye socket,
an eyelid torn, a broken nose and a broken wrist. We drove immediately
to Bruges to visit her and it didn't look nice.