Nevertheless, to give you a closer look into our lives, from time to time I'll describe part of an ordinary day.
I'll start with the evening and night. Nine in the evening.
Bedtime always begins in the Annex with an enormous hustle and bustle.
Chairs are shifted, beds pulled out, blankets unfolded -- nothing stays where it is during the daytime.
I sleep on a small divan, which is only five feet long, so we have to add a few chairs to make it longer.
Comforter, sheets, pillows, blankets: everything has to be removed from Dussel's bed, where it's kept during the day.
In the next room there's a terrible creaking: that's Margot's folding bed being set up.
More blankets and pillows, anything to make the wooden slats a bit more comfortable.
Upstairs it sounds like thunder, but it's only Mrs. van D.'s bed being shoved against the window
so that Her Majesty, arrayed in her pink bed jacket, can sniff the night air through her delicate little nostrils.
Nine o'clock. After Peter's finished, it's my turn for the bathroom.
I wash myself from head to toe, and more often than not I find a tiny flea floating in the sink (only during the hot months, weeks or days).
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