Now it’s just the three of us
MONDAY, November 2, 2009 – No fucking way, let’s get that on the record. Nobody’s going to get the better of us. This is Day One of our new life. From now on, it’s ‘the three of us’. Three guys who have to rely on each other. No idea how we’ll make out, but time will tell.
This morning Sander even joked about the situation. My cooking, to be precise. ‘You’re going to have to do something about your crispyness, Papa.’ I’ve been known to let food burn, and this is the euphemism I use when I claim that something is just the way I like it: crispy. We can laugh about it, and that’s a good beginning, fuck yeah!
(This is the first entry of my diary. Click here to read how it all came to be.)
Diary of a Widower 