Not sure a visit in Passchendaele Museum was a good way to end a vacation, but it was definitely an important visit. And afterwards we sat a bit in the sun and looked at toddles ducks, teenage coots and baby waterhens.
The terrible thing about home improvement stores is that you go in to get one thing (in this case: paper nursery pots) and end up with a ton more. And I on purpose did not go to a garden centre, which would have turned worse 😬
Work from home breakfast: homemade bagel chips (American-Ashkenazi-Jewish) with gorgonzola cheese (Italian), mango (I guess originally from Southern/Eastern Asia), Georgian coffee (brought to me via a Tatar friend in London who lived in Georgia for a long time) and a paper (American, Dutch, British, German and Italian) I am late submitting my referee report for.
And the usual plea: if you can, please donate! If you are an immigrant in NL, you can do it in English and I'm glad to go with you if you don't want to go alone!
(Also fingers crossed they don't kick me from the donation programme, my ferritin was low last time 😭)
Being an adult means realizing that while you love cat-sitting, having an actual cat will not work for you, because OMG, a week and there is so much cat hair! Everywhere!
The new hummus place in the city is as good as everyone said it was. Also suuuper friendly - since I was there with a colleague with a rather unhappy kid...