I need a Netherlands number, and my netherlands are getting numb-er
We might as well be naked and sobbing. Maybe that’s just me
“Oh, it’s okay. I NEVER SAID YOUR REAL NAMES.”
Maybe she’s born with it. Maybe it’s THE BLOOD OF HER INFANT CHILD. Welcome to Amsterdam
It’s our pilot episode, although even if it’s shit, we have to film the series
I break it to the six year old that we’re not getting divorced. She takes it pretty well
It is half term and we are putting Amsterdam before the most ruthless and unforgiving of juries; our children and my mother.