The art of Slow Motion Breaststroke Swimming

I am a very keen Slow Motion Breaststroke Swimmer in Holiday Season times.

People have been asking me on several occasions in the recent past, “How do you do it Leendert, just how do you master the art of Slow Motion Breaststroke Swimming?”

And I will then have to say, “I don’t know really, it is a gift. Something that comes naturally.” But then I would be lying of course, the art of Slow Motion Breaststroke Swimming is a matter of practice and you can do it too if you like and make the effort.

Olympic Gold Medal Winner Slow Motion Breaststroke Swimming

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Breakfast in the Castle

Breakfast in Meijepolder Castle is always fun. Cheerful and happy children making their lunch singing getting ready for school. They always close doors real quietly and I get hugs and kisses when they leave for school. Never ever do I have to tell them to hurry up and they never forget to clean the crumbs from the table or bring their plate and knifes and cups back to the kitchen. Everyone should wish they have such examples of fine children in their house that’s how well behaved they are. It was a pleasure again this morning I am telling you. It has made my day already.

Yawn

I never recovered from that fire alarm that went off early this morning, I just can’t stop yawning all day long.

This morning we were all ‘alarmed’ so to speak when my beloved woman decided to use deodorant spray right underneath the fire and smoke detector. Not a wise idea as it appeared.

I tried to go to sleep again after that but when I lay in bed after I switched it off I just had to laugh. I mean, how many times in your life will it happen that you stand on a chair at 6 in the morning in front of the love of your life shouting, “it’s ok love don’t panic, I love you dear!”? Butt naked?

Christmas Jumper

I showed him the picture and asked him for a 3XL and he just laughed and said there weren’t enough Christmas lights in the world to go with that. Cheeky! “Sir if that is on top of your Christmas List as you say, what is second?” he asked. I told him with overt sarcasm that would be Dungarees and he laughed even more.

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That’s the way the cookie crumbles

In Swampyland, when you go to the Market place you have to buy this: Cookie Crumbs. It’s the left over from making Stroopwafels (Syrup Waffles). But in my case, that is not enough.

I also got myself a large Smoked Eel, a huge Cheese and those lovely Syrup Waffles they make for you with hot syrup while you watch.

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That was close

Whoo that was a close one! After Breakfast I decided to sleep off the cotton balls in my head on the couch whilst the Missus was upstairs but I woke up just in time when she nearly caught me.

“Oi! You aren’t sleeping on the couch mid morning by any chance are you?” Nooooo. Never!

Good morning my friends.

The Grey Lady

Old Hall

The Old Hall in Little Plumstead burnt down on 14 August 2016 and was consequently demolished, they believed it was arson. This story is to remember Old Hall as it was in “the good old days” when I lived there with my friends. I will never forget the good times we had.

The Grey Lady

Old Hall of Little Plumstead has no ghost and it isn’t haunted. At least not on the inside. Well, there is The Grey Lady of course but she is roaming the grounds outside Old Hall: “Near the stables and the duck pond she can be found, crying.” as the story goes.

The history of The Grey Lady was once told to me by a dear friend, Liz, who got it from her mother Susan who, probably, has heard it from her mother as well as it must have originated from sometime during the first half of the 20th century. Well, aren’t most ghost stories?

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