@zamboni Carrots for the reindeer anda drop of sherry for santa himself! If you're feeling generous you can leave him a mince pie too. Or, you know, leftovers because you ate the carrots and mince pies for dinner. And sometimes Santa gets milk bc he's working on his teeth, or coke bc he has to stay up all night. You get it. It's treats to bribe him for pressies.
@highjump I realise not everyone has this experience but my life was changed by a crazy yoga lady. While I was working and my hayfever hit (seriously, it went from nothing to atchoo in about 3 hrs) she suggested I stop eating wheat. I thought it was total BS but weighed the pros and cons and knew that even if it didn't work I'd already be miserable from the sneezing/wheezing/snotting all summer so maybe no bread would be OK. Long story short, I stopped eating wheat, I stopped sneezing - I was happy. I did try re-introducing wheat later (pasta! bread! cakes!) and it was truly unpleasant, gas, return of the eczema, massive bloated belly.
So, keep your eyed for a crazy yoga woman glistening with sweat of a recent bikram workout? Or just approach it sensibly, with the help of a dietician, and try exclusion diets. Allergies are weird things, often you don't realise how much they effect you.
@AMS Just keep speaking Dutch to whoever is being a prat about only speaking English. My English and Dutch are equally good (unless you start talking to me about Eastern philosophy, or something, in Dutch) and working in a cafe I realised I did the switch to English thing far too quickly. But as soon as the second attempt at Dutch communication was made I switched right back to English. It's really kickass you're all making the effort though, my mum's been with a Dutchman for 25 and lived in NL for 15 and I've never hear her (have to) speak Dutch.
Zo, zeg. Wat zijn er veel 'pinners in Nederland. Als er iemand in Den Haag is die wil oefenen ben ik volgende week de hele week VRIJ!
@pekoe it is exactly like trying to take a picture out of a moving car. Just as frustrating and jarring but once I randomly stuck my camera out of the window and pushed the button. When I checked a moment later there was a focussed, melancholy donkey centred perfectly in the frame. So, maybe, sometimes, it could be a good thing? But there were also 43294785 pictures of blurry tomatoes and smudgy fields from that car trip, so yeah.
@Jane Marie Phew, thought I was going crazy. Or I was doing that thing when I didn't fully realise it was in a different language until I'd already replied in the wrong language and sounded silly, or something. Also, Dutch doesn't happen that often.
I am very excited by this! I was wondering, though. Is that site in Dutch for anyone else? It could just be a weird google translate-fu thing with me being in NL. So, is it?
@D.@twitter so true. Somehow our sticking to curfews and all of that jazz allows our parents that their kids can be trusted but instead of that benefitting us it's the younger siblings that rejoice.
What. A. Day. First, I went to the airport to try and catch my flight only to realise it left 2 hours before I was told by the travel agent and it was, at the exact moment I walked up to the check-in desk, taxi-ing down the runway. Well, nothing to do but take a cab home and go to back to the travel agents later (closed on Friday mornings, they said). Hailed a cab an promptly almost got smashed by a non-indicating Qatari in a flash car. Half-way through the ride I realise the taxi man hasn't got the meter running so I mention it. If I hadn't I would have been fleeced making a crappy day crappier, and more expensive.
W/e I get home and have some lunch and leave to the travel agents to get my flights rebooked for tomorrow. Get there, it's closed ALL FRIDAY but will be open tomorrow at 9AM. I know for a fact the only flight going where I want to go leaves once a day at 1255 so it will be tight if at all possible when I try tomorrow. On the way home I almost get smashed in the car AGAIN by a crazy man running a red light on a roundabout. Eventually get home, read my book for a while and decide to go to dinner as there is no food in the house (I am supposed to be on holiday, remember) after dinner all my cards get denied but I KNOW there's money on them so I get about 16 receipts before I can pay and leave. At this point it is 9PM and I am hiding in my home until this Friday the 13th passes (55minutes to go).
@Nicole Sauvage@twitter We always have a pineapple on our dining table at Christmas, sometimes kept company by a pomegranate and I could never figure out what on Earth that was all about as we have neither at any other time of the year and they don't get eaten. This year, after 22 Christmases my mum explained. Apparently her dad used to go to the fruit and veg market in London around Christmas to get a pineapple and pomegranate just because he could. He'd display it proudly on the dining room table until it was time to throw away, it was never eaten either. Just like that I gained a family tradition.