Back to Dutch

We are back in the Netherlands, and after Spain and Tunisia, there was a feeling of coming home. There’s nothing quite like standing in torrential rain at a Dutch airport. Perhaps it was the familiarity of things in contrast to everything being new. But it was nice. I wasn’t sure how AG’s language was going…

The dogs come out

Written a week or two ago but dur to internet connection only been posted now….. Over the last three nights my sleep has been disturbed by the barking of various stray dogs. Before then the dogs were quiet. This was probably because during Ramadan they we’re scared away by the teenagers who were up playing…

The bus

So for the last week and a half we’ve been in Southern Spain, early next week we leave for North Africa. (It’s amazing how when you’re not responsible for the details, they really aren’t important to me; all I have to do is pack a bag and not lose my passport.) But I thought today…

Cheese heads and other things

Simon writes his first blog…. Last week I discovered that the Dutch refer to themselves as “cheese heads” and seem to be under the impression that the rest of the world thinks of them as “cheese heads” too. Which was interesting to me, firstly since the only time I’ve ever really heard the term “you…

Home Alone

Home Alone, or not so alone as the case may be. For our training course we are living with about 50 other people. Our accommodation is much better than we were expecting and there’s so much space for the kids to play, they are really enjoying being outside so much. Here are a few pictures…

Saving Private Bunny

Simon was the first out of school on Friday meaning we managed to miss the gridlock usually associated with the end of term Warwick School car park. Minus the hour it took to get around Coventry, we had a relatively smooth journey and we arrived at the ferry in plenty of time and settled down…

Mission Impossible

Packing. It’s proving a little tricky if I’m honest. We have 3 types of people in this family; a brutal thrower, a ridiculous hoarder and children; which are the worst sort of hoarders. That’s basically three against one, and since I’m the thrower outer I’m swimming against the tide. So I’m having to trial some…

Lost in translation

It’s 8 weeks until we move to the Netherlands for a while and we’re trying to learn some Dutch before we get there. Simon can say useful phrases like “the ape ate ants using a stick”, I’ve been focussing on more conventional phrases like “I would like”. Bizarrely Simon seems to have a better grasp…