Cobblers

We seem to have skipped a season. Straight from Summer into Winter in one fell swoop. Great.
It takes me a couple of weeks to adapt to winter settings and I’m not ready yet dammit.
The only good thing about the colder weather is, we don’t need ice in our drinks for a few months.
As usual, a few days before the holiday, I’ve lost a flippin’ filling. It always happens. I’m going to eat Mother’s Pride and noodle soup for a month before the next holiday to play on the safe side. I managed to get a slot at the Dentist tomorrow at 10.30, shouldn’t take long, then pick up Astrid’s shoes from the cobblers.
I don’t know what it is about women’s shoes, but the quality of the heels and soles are quite shocking compared to men’s shoes, so I took them down today to be soled and heeled. It’s teemed it down all day and the tram track was an inch deep in water, so muggins here gets out of his car just as a tram was passing and got drenched. The cobbler looked at me like I’d just come out of the river. “Bit wet” “Yeah, just a bit”.
We have stuff all over the floor that we are taking to Holland. What was it she said a few weeks ago, oh yes that was it “We won’t be taking anything over with us this time except our clothes and a few presents.” As if :**:
We’ve got gifts for Ferry, Sandra, Gerrit, Tom, Dave, Merel, Angelique, Hanny, Bjorn, Milan, Abel, Joukje and Uncle Sjaak van de Klotenhuizen and all. I’ve probably missed half a dozen.
The cat is running around like a nutter. She’s been in all night and all day, so I reckon she got shut of a kilo of pooh when it stopped raining about an hour ago. Happiness comes in all shapes and forms.
I heard from a Dutch stockcar mate of mine on Twitter, “Wat een klote weer” which translates as What shitty weather. It looks as if it will be better when we sail on Thursday though, fingers crossed.

As you can see, the top of the hill disappeared this morning. It’s still missing. Maybe it will turn up tomorrow.