Since Merel had a scooter (now in demise and replaced by a more sensible moped) a balance was required (and vociferously demanded) on behalf of Emma. An agreement was reached and she is off to Spain with Eva and Ster on a supervised holiday intended to allow teenagers a modicum of freedom while allowing them to blow off steam. Hopefully the blowing will remain with steam, and the young debutantes will return reasonably intact). We all went to the starting point in Amsterdam where the bus will begin the gruelling 18 hour journey to Spain. I expressed some concern when a group of spotty, tattoed youths arrived in shorts and sleeveless T-shirts with saucy slogans, and began leering at the girls and chatting them up. My fears where laid to rest when it was pointed out that these were in fact the supervisors and a few students learning the supervising trade. So that's all right then. The tired looking driver packed all the stuff into the bus, which looked better than the driver but not exactly ravine-proof. And off they go.
"So remember girls, don't ,er, I mean if a young spanish chappie says, um, as it were, well, I mean if, so to speak, you find yourself, if you get my meaning, in a situation, then..........."
"Yeah, whatever!"
Meanwhile, a stroll round the garden. This butterfly is sometimes in the house. 
Or it may be one of the millions like him.
We have only one apple this year, but numbers don't count when you look at this perfect beauty. There'll be a fight for this when its fully ripe!
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