Christmas Day. Or as I like to call it: December 25th
The food yesterday was pretty good. Fond memories.
08:00: watching a TV broadcast from the Apollo 8, who was circling around the moon 45 years ago. The connection is about as stable as the average Skype call.
10:30: preparing for the train trip to my dad.
11:56: leaving on time from Leiden. I only have 4 minutes to change trains in Utrecht – I shouldn’t have a delay.
12:15: uh-oh
12:38: definitely missed it, damn. I think in the last three years I always had a train delay on Christmas Day.
13:17: arrived in Ede-Wageningen
13:35: arrived in my dad’s new house
13:50: a tour of the house. The toilet on the second floor is a bit public (i.e. in front of the window, without curtain.
14:05: they fixed the beam on the third floor from some Second World War shrapnel
14:30: time for wine!?
15:30: the beer is in the cellar… If I’m not back n 30 minutes, call for help!
15:35: back safely
16:00: why is my dad lighting a fire in the back yard?
18:30: a gin tonic wodka is an indication of what? . . .
19:15: first course, I’m not going to translate this to English