Locked up in the house again

Back to the house, that crappy affair of brick and mortar in Amsterdam West, trying hard to escape that heavenly piss from the angels up in the clouds, wow did they have some sort of orgy there last night with way too much booze while sex was on their celestial minds or what...

No way I can go to the Anne Frank House today, instead I will have to dedicate my free time to my jars of paint and brushes again.