Current mood:

melancholy

Miss you nights
So the mad Dutch dash went in most part really well.

The flights were relatively timeous (I will spare you the raising expectations by telling us we were going to be early and then stacking for 15 mins rant. I’m over it now. Nearly.), safe and painless. Easyjet has now got it’s own area of Schipol set aside for the dregs of society, right behind airlines you have never heard of and even when looking at their name couldn’t accurately pronounce, with their departure gates a good 20 miles from the baggage hall – but that’s another issue.

Holland was hot. I don’t mean unseasonably warm like it has been here, but shorts and a t-shirt, don’t go out at midday, ice-cream is your friend, sitting around on the balcony at midnight hot. Possibly not the most contusive weather for shifting & lifting – but it could have been worse.

The house is now empty, not cleaned, but empty at least. Hopefully they were able to finish it off yesterday – certainly it could have been acceptable to most landlords, though maybe not this exceptionally proud of my brand new flat that I haven’t managed to live in yet one. We shall see.

But I did get to see the little ones. I miss them so much – and I miss so much of them. L is so chatty and lovely, and remembers me. We chatted about all the important things, Thomas the tank engine, Bill the Builder (not Bob, never Bob), and his brother. His brother is just a little bit too small to have remembered me, but that didn’t bother him overly and we soon got communicating. They are the most adorable things and I didn’t get nearly enough time with them.

I also got to spend lots of time with Goat. I cannot tell you how much I miss my friend. We hardly ever get time to chat in person – we only ever meet on occasions or when something needs doing. At least this time there was plenty time for stupid conversations and silliness – that’s what really suffers when every moment of conversation is rare. I wish they’d move home. But that’s life for you eh?