taste of ash

We’ve really enjoyed having Oma and Opa with us for the past six weeks, but no matter how much we will miss them and they us, I think we were all looking forward to the end of their visit on Sunday. They would like to be back in their own home after so long with people-who-do-things-strangely and we are looking forward to pottering around in our own space again.

So the news that their return trip may be jeopardised because of a volcanic eruption is a little unsettling. Not to mention dramatic. I mean really; a volcano? A baggage handler’s strike wouldn’t have sufficed?

Oma, opa and the Flipster

I loved Iceland when we were there but this is the second time the country has messed with me and my plans. The Dutchman and I set up an education fund for the Flipster when he was born and had been pouring money into it regularly. It was done via a Dutch bank (many of whom invested heavily in Iceland) when we were living in Amsterdam although we continued our contributions after moving back to Australia. It took a while for us to realise that the fund basically went south with the Icelandic economy when the country was declared bankrupt. I’d successfully managed to forget about this and ‘move on’ but this volcano has thrown up more than just ash, some small traces of bitterness and regret are hovering in the atmosphere too.

Here’s hoping that there’s enough of a breeze over Europe for flights to have resumed by Sunday. Lord knows, it was always windy enough in the Netherlands when I was there. And with the upcoming elections you’d think there’d be enough hot air rising to move a bit of ash! 😉

Hup Oranje hup ……….oh shit!

Well now we are in trouble.

The Netherlands have gone and beaten the Italians 3-0. They never win the games that matter and then this! Just as it’s least expected. 18 months of building neighbourly relations and poof! all gone.

God knows if they end up beating Greece as well we’ll be having serious problems. The only non-partisan neighbours we’d have left having celebrity-relativesthat make me nervous. Thank God the Lebanese aren’t in the European Cup!

Hup Oranje hup!

Living as we do in ‘little Europe’, the upcoming European Cup is, of course, of some interest to virtually all of our neighbours. And while we are too miserley and uninterested-in-general in cable TV to actually pay for it, our neighbours are of a much more committed and generous nature. This means that they will be watching the EC from the comfort of their own lounge rooms.

The date is set. Tuesday 10th June, the time; 4.45am. The Match; Netherlands vs Italy. The venue;Tony and Tina’s place (across the road) Tony (husband), Tony (friend) and Tony (brother) (they are Italian….) will be setting their alarms and getting up early to watch Italy despatch the Netherlands. Ron has been invited to join them.

Ron is dubious about the benefits of being the lone-Dutchman at this match, especially in the, (extremely unlikely) event, that the Netherlands actually win. I’ve suggested he take Jacob with him. They wouldn’t beat up a man with a four-year-old on his lap. Although they might well trip him up ……… accidentally of course.