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And secretly buy at the toy store toys. For an amount of five-and-seventy euros. For the children in the group. And then I am there, in that crowded store full of pink, plastic junk of all sorts of worthless battery that works with bling bling lights and decorations and the like. Where is the time remained a challenging and educational toys? I start to the nostalgia of vroegah. "I am not grown up." I told somebody today. "We were happy enough with a few small gifts. About pietenzak not fully filled plastic laptops, phones and mega Mindy toei. "But you still need a little bit in it." I felt suddenly an old bore. Where is the gratitude of only Pepernoten remained in the regular shoe? A mandarin or marzipan? It is simply flew away over the years and has made way for CDs, stereos and other expensive things that do not buddy smaller-than-small fit. Many children are no longer happy with a ticket, a chain or a sticker. They want big, bigger and most of all, and thank disagree more. A few weeks ago told a child in my group that he had flat screen in his room. I almost fresh licking me in my cup of coffee. Is this really in 2008?

Ik lig er steeds krom van over m'n werktafel.

- dat ik hopeloos aan het wachten ben op de bovenbuurman die sinds vandaag dus een pakket witte koord bundels in zijn bezit heeft, althans, ik denk dat de blauwe brief van de pakketservice gaat over die bestelling. Wat natuurlijk helemaal super zou zijn omdat ik dan jullie de boekjes kan gaan opsturen en dan heb je het vóór sinterklaas binnen!

(Hij is niet thuis.)

- dat ik ook kaarten van witte koord in mijn bezit heb om op te sturen, dus als je wilt ..?