Quibus The Little Flying Dog
All is quiet in the Annie M.G. Schmidt theatre. No small achievement considering there are forty small kids packed into
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All is quiet in the Annie M.G. Schmidt theatre. No small achievement considering there are forty small kids packed into
Continue readingJune feels more like November. I’m drenched after walking the dog and to make matters worse I have a hairdressers
Continue readingSunday afternoon and the sky is overcast and threatening. July, and the rain is going to pour again for yet
Continue readingShe only ever plays a few notes. The sounds so small and weak you have to stop and concentrate to
Continue readingI’m peddling along the Prinsengracht, late in the afternoon. Dawdling really, because it’s a go slow kind of day, because
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