I told her: "Natasja, you aren't supposed to be here, are you!", but a little later I found her sleeping in the bath room, so it may actually have been Carmen. Since I never saw her, I cannot ever be really sure.

Last week, I rearranged my magazine binders in the adjoining book shelf, apparently without ensuring that the tiny space between the short end and the wall, and that's a way I know Alison and Natasja could climb the shelves almost four years ago, so after fixing that again, I don't think I've got to look for another dangerous place any more.