woensdag 23 juni 2010
April came and went without much to write about except for the visit of Paul Stephenson to Amsterdam. Old friends wre invited to an evening at a little pup/restaurant in the Centuurbaan . It was more like somebody's living room. As you come in, there is a counter with a range of two different snacks, and a small fridge in which the entire stock of beer is kept. The barman/owner was obviously out of his skull and had to ask people several times what they had ordered and what was owed, because he was totally incapable of working anything out. Great to see and hear Paul again, and the old Over The Moon band members. Some of these people we hadn't seen since Folk Fairport days. Splendid music and atmosphere.
And it's no, nay, never......
That's Michelle singing her heart out
Another event of note was our Emma's trip to England as part of the Anglia project. Designed to help kids with a high level of English to get even better. Four girls in each group assigned to a family in London. Unfortunately everything they wenrt to see we had already done when I took her to London last year. Apart from the Billy Elliot musical which is apparently fantastic. Not much else to report. I really must keep up with this blog so that I don't have to depend on my camera to see where my life went. With the impending world cup looming, I have ordered a monster TV. England and Holland will probably go out in the first round, and I will be glowering at Macedonia against Bourkina-
After a refreshing night at Auntie Anne's and a shower in her beam-me-up-Scotty ablution tower, we departed for Aldershot, loading our stuff onto the back seat having found no way to crack the security of the boot. There were few problems, unlike my past visits to Aldershot via South Wales. We did have a set-to with Bernadet's Mobile navigation system, which was totally lost lost but too proud to admit it. It kept saying things that sounded like "That's funny, I could have sworn this went through...well, never mind, just bear with me for a minute, I thing you need to take a right, or maybe a left, but it's still 50/50". We all managed to get to the pub and after much embracing and cooing over babies and my isn't she getting big and lots of men all knowing how to open the boot but failing miserably - we all sat down to eat. A really good meal and it was warming to have all these lovely, happy people.
A picture being worth a thousand words, I leave you with these photographic mementos of a lovely day, even if we only saw everybody for three hours. Southampton Airport is shitty.
vrijdag 18 juni 2010
The problem with these cheap flights (17 euros per person - Amsterdam to Southhampton) is that they are not cheap. Hidden extras were piled on until we could have chartered the plane for less. It was also extremely noisy because of the whirly things where one would expect a sleek jet engine to be.
Van Spike op 18.6.10
maandag 7 juni 2010
Good Lord! There are no pictures in my camera for February. Therefore I did nothing of note in February. The camera does not lie. The only things I find in the camera are millions of pictures of Emma and Rick, a love that will last forever. However, it is now over and is not to be talked about. A nice enough lad who quickly found himself at home at mine. It is a very short journey from Hello, so pleased to meet Emma's parents, and I say, what a lovely garden and did you paint those jugs in that picture on the wall and what a clever use of the nuances of the light and after three weeks its feet on the coffee table and click with the remote control and get me a beer while you're up, parent chappie, would you. I think that teenage behavior is contagious. Went twice to the hospital for tests about my COPD (any disease of the lungs from asthma to cancer of the universe). The first time, I was asked to answer questions from a couple of girls who looked about 14 who were apparently training to be doctors. They looked up at me with their clip-boards and ball pens, and kept blushing and stammering and looking to each other for support. I confirmed that my breath came in little short pants, but it doesn't come over as funny in Dutch. They ran out of questions and stood looking at the floor and squirming as if they wanted desperately to pee. I said nothing for a bit, and then asked if I had adequately satisfied their thirst for knowledge. They ran away. The lady doctor came in and asked I had been unkind to them. She made me blow into things that made wavy blue lines on the computer screen until I was exhausted and totally outpuffed. The second time was with Adam for company and support in case of bad news. I had been called back because her colleague, a black belt in lung x-ray photos, had seen a spot where a spot is not normally seen. I wonder if they all get bored in the lung department and play 'spot the tumor' for fun. Old photos had been retrieved from other hospitals, and it appears that the spot has always been there. An old scar she said. What on earth gets into your lungs to create such havoc that it leaves scars? Pulmonary termites? Lung beetles? It was a much more interesting trip and good fun with Adam there as well. I had to clamber into high-tech spacey glass chambers and take deep breaths while many wavy lines formed in a whole palette of colours and lots of apparatus said ping and gdunk. There was neither good news nor bad. They always look at pages of data in astonishment, as if the fact that one has made it to the hospital at all is miracle. She said something reassuring along the lines of it would probably be alright and perhaps there was nothing to worry about just yet. I now have three different medicines with apparatus that needs blowing and sucking that I feel I shall soon have lungs like a small horse and may well apply for the brass section of Jan's Harmonie Orchestra. The Tuba has always managed to draw my attention.
Emma's baby has arrived and we have booked a weekend to England.
P.S. Why is there an advertistment for "Hot Sexy Photo Ads?"
P.S. Why is there an advertistment for "Hot Sexy Photo Ads?"
Van Spike op 7.6.10
zondag 6 juni 2010
The major event in January - the arrival of the kiwis. It being summer in New Zealand, it will be hard to reconcile the Christmas barbie on a sweltering beach with this icy road. Well, they are here now, and another lot of Sprenkelings nestles in the Hoogeweg, bringing the number of households up to 5.
Adam's New House
Adam's New House
Not much else to report for January, except that Adam is concentrating on the right priorities, joining the snooker club and getting involved as a new and very competetent team member of Trickshot. Chicks with Sticks, be afraid. Looking for work can come later. He also has inclinations to become a priest which is most comforting to an old man. If there is anything up there when we pass away, al little insurance will not come amiss. "Let me in, my boy's one of your lot".
I leave you with more wintery pictures. I love taking photos, although my little Sony may not be the greatest camera in the world. See you next month, which, in this working-off-the-backlog mode, should be in about 5 minutes.
Again, should there be anyone out there who reads this apart from my sister Anne and Young Stef, my apologies for the fact that the maintenance of this blog has grown as lax as my bowels as age descends upon me. What once seemed an amusing game of spotting the subtle changes now seems like a stampede towards the crematorium. Things you once read about as happening only to aging gits, nothing to worry about for yoinks, now seems acceptable. Hello, that bit's gone, and something over there just fell off, but there’s lots of stuff left, still going sort of. My problem is that I don't feel or accept it, and I don't know anyone as old as me to talk this through with. Most of them are dead anyway. Always the jolly family doctor lady, but more of that later. I feel better when I think that Stef's blog was last updated around 2004, and that Adam's never got further than two words. Hi there, or something. I have lot of photos which my camera sorts by date, so I shall post them and try to recall what was going on at the time. And if my memory serves me incorrectly, I shall just make something up. I have set up entries with only the names of the month and shall fill them over the coming days, having promised Stef that I would do so.
Lots of pics of snowy wastes, but the main thing that happens in December is Christmas. This year however, Christmas passed us by. High-jacked it was. Normally we have a house full of family and tables have to be brought in and laid end to end in a medieval castle scene. Days spent preparing the feast. This year, everyone went to Tineke and we found ourselves alone. Even Merel was off to Thijs. I can’t remember what we had. Egg on toast, or a hamburger probably. No crackers, funny hats, slaving at the stove. And no washing-up. It was wonderful. Next day, a great meal with Karolien and Bauka.
The most important event to look forward to is the coming of Adam and family in January. A house has been found for them in the Hogeweg, number 40. You can imagine what it feels like to have my son back here, and Carolien. And eventually Anna and Tony. The Sprenkelings and Ricketts's are coming home.
Some winter pics to enjoy. Meanwhile I shall try to recall what I did in January.