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een week voor herfst vacantie gedaan. Hurray back to work, bright and early monday morning but then 2 days off in the middle of the week wow. life is going ok.

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Crumpet said…
Why do you get a week off and then another 2 days this week. Lots of vacation for those Teachers.
Love Crumpet
November 9, 2009 at 10:45:00 PM GMT+1
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