Mother's column – Cleaning up, an unfinished project
As a child, I strongly disliked unfinished projects. Take, for example, the village where we lived. For months, the town centre was a construction site. When they finally finished, they started to renovate the town hall. And before the renovations could be completed, the highway's asphalt needed to be replaced. I was always looking forward to the moment that everything would be neat and finished. But that moment never came.
