I’m home, darlings, it’s been a really good holiday but quite tiring. I was telling Charlotte all I’ve done, but kept having to stop and think. It was worryingly close to the ‘if it’s Tuesday it must be Belgium’ thing, but it was supposed to be a Dutch art exploration, after all.
There have been so many highlights, I can’t choose, but, as I said before, the startlingly impressive one was the Panorama Mesdag (s pronounced, g is the Dutch hgh sound, usually called guttural but it’s less harsh than that, I think) which was amazing. Otherwise, i don’t know how to choose between the delightful towns, the fabulous pictures, the wonderful scenes. Oh, and the food was good too. So was the company. And I’ve been pleased to find that I remember more Dutch than I thought I did.
I have brought back chocolate, salty liquorice and tulip bulbs, plus a few things to be squirrelled away for a few weeks, and my luggage weighed several more kilos on the way back than on the way out. I bought very little for myself though, just a pack of liquorice, a pack of tulip bulbs and a little tin of peppermints, which I’ll keep in my bag and refill.
Charlotte is half Dutch and therefore considerably taller than I am and, though she’s been slender all her life, she put on weight while she was in hospital last year. So, having turned out my larger clothes, I asked her if she’d like to try them before I took them to the charity shop (there were some really nice things there, I’d love to find a good home for them) and she has taken a good number of them. This evening, she was saying that Miriam needs to have a turn-out before she leaves for Australia and she’s an 8-10, so might i like a look at her stuff? Miriam is soooo stylish. And Charlotte bought a leather jacket (look, I’m so unaware that I can’t remember which designer it is, but it’s a good one) in a charity shop and it doesn’t fit her, so apparently it’s coming my way. Woo. And Hoo. Is there a hope I might become well dressed? If a bit over-youthfully? I don’t know yet, but it’s possible.
I’ll tell you about the Netherlands tomorrow. I know it’s early, but I’m nearly ready for bed. Goodnight, darlings.