You’ve heard at least sixty others tell you how productive they’ve been the last few weeks and that Shakespeare wrote King Lear in isolation, though for you the hours go by as you find yourself in front of the window judging people who don’t walk around one another as if they’re lepers. In other words, there’s plenty of time to read this newsletter.
Shakespeare in quarantaine King Lear schreef, maar de uren blijven verstrijken terwijl je voor het raam zit te kijken naar mensen die geen afstand van elkaar houden. Het lezen van een nieuwsbrief als deze kan er dus ook nog wel bij.
Dear elves and party people, Let’s get one thing out of the way before we start: the first one to mention Christmas will face court on charges of unwanted and boring repetition. We know it’s that time of the year. Thank you for your cooperation.
As temperatures are dropping several degrees per minute, it is of the utmost importance we do not abandon our feathered duck friends. It would be wonderful if each of you could let just one (1) duck live in your house.
Ladies and gentlemen, Now that spring has come and a rich feast of fruits is hanging from the trees, my hard work is bearing fruit as well. I’m welcome at the gym again, after the suspension that followed when I hung a poem about hygiene near the swimming pool, back in November.
On behalf of Willie (cat) and myself (human) the best wishes for 2019. We hope it has been a good year for you, and that 2019 will be even better. Any which way, Willie is thankful that the fireworks have ended.