Don’t Forget Me While I’m Gone…
I’m off home to visit my sons for Easter today , so there’ll be very light to non-existent blogging from me for a week . Hopefully Martin will be able to take up the slack. I will post when and if I can get to an internet cafe, as neither of my sons has broadband. We’ll have to do something about that. Right now my main precoccupation is whether No 1 son’s flat will be clean enough to sleep in or whether I’ll have to do a quick blitz first. Boys, eh – I think some cooking and cleaning lessons may be in order.
With a bit of luck and a following wind we’ll be able to get tickets to the Eden Project, from whence I hope to bring back some cool plants, but my main shopping while away will be a couple of pairs of petite-sized jeans, something that’s impossible get here in the land of dairy-fed Dutch giants. Dutch trousers are are huge in the hips, small in the waist and the legs are about 3 feet too long and trail behind me. .A bit awkward on a bike as they get into the chain. (Now I understand why Dutch women all wear their trousers half-mast.) Not only that they have this terrible tendency to overdecoration as Lindsay and Amanda can confirm – and I was always taught that sequins were for night-time only, that anything else is just tacky. I miss English clothes, they’re much more elegant.
So that’s petite jeans, teabags, Indian spices and more teabags. And more teabags. And decent shampoo. And a good haircut. Look out Marks & Spencers, Sainsbury’s, New Look and Top Shop, here I come.
That’s if they’re still there, once mutually assured destruction breaks out. Oh well, if the apocalypse comes, at least I’ll have cool hair, a decent cup of tea, and well-fitting jeans, and really, what more could one ask for during a nuclear holocaust?
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Cute Easter elephant image from Grow A Brain
