I was born within fifteen minutes after my twin brother. And I grew up like any normal child in those late sixties, early seventies.
I am not a Roman Catholic myself but I do respect their ways of experiencing their belief and this is why I wear this medal of Saint Francis. On the back it says “Pray for us”, Saint Francis is the Patron Saint for the poor.
This little medal reminds me to pray for them every now and then. I was poor once and living on the streets. That was a long time ago but I have not forgotten the kindness received from people, a meal, a sandwich and occasionally a drink. Very rarely I was offered a bed and shower and once a few quit to spend on clothing at the Salvation Army shop.
Do not forget the poor, do not forget them in your prayers, God bless you.
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?
From the time when the heating went out in winter and we got snowed in and hills were hard to take with a pushbike.
When we had to choose between Home and Away and Coronation Street, and we were absolutely sure we had seen The Grey Lady and Castle Hill wasn’t hollowed out yet.
When we found time to go out together and drink a pint or two or more, when we lived high above the ground in a castle and had parties every weekend. And life was never dull.
We have something that others don’t have and it is friendship.
Getting the boot at a previous employer for nearly 9 years was a wise lesson for me five years ago. A terribly sad lesson but wise nonetheless.
I had my entire heart in this company, I was involved before it even started and I watched it grow, helped to build it up and expand and see it turn into a multi million Euro business with over 50 co-workers divided over two locations in The Netherlands.
But it didn’t last in spite of my devotion to The Company as I always proudly called it, I got the exit talk anyway and was laid off the same day. Later I learned the only reason for my misery was sheer jealousy from a colleague who feared I was after his job, it wasn’t even because of how I functioned as my KPI scores were good.
Ever since I was a child I was fascinated by tube amplifiers, record players, type writers, hand wound wrist watches and sixties electrical model railways, you know, the kind with little electrical motors made by Hornby, Tri-ang, Märklin and such.
Of course my life as a teenager was not complete without a Wilson steam engine and when my mates got a computer for their birthday, a Sinclair MSX for example, I asked my parents for another book, some pieces of track for my railway or a new fountain pen. I loved the smell of that Pelikan ink pot, the sound of that little loco humming slowly on the tracks and as I had only a very few friends I spent many hours in my room in the attic of our terraced house.
Today is Christa and my wedding anniversary. 20 years we’ve been married now. My gift to her were these two Delft Blue figurines, farmer boy and girl in traditional clothes kissing.
You can buy them in any tourist gift shop in Amsterdam, Rotterdam or The Hague in Holland. I bought mine in The Hague, Scheveningen Boulevard to be precise. There is a funny anecdote related to these figurines, I will tell you about it.
I can’t help myself but other than most people my favourite subject is Autumn, specifically Autumn in England. I have no logical explanation for this, maybe it has something to do with a how I felt decades ago living in Old Hall in England. Then again, Autumn in this place is equally wonderful and happy.
Being an eccentric writer in The Netherlands I am entitled to using unusual means of transport I think so I have acquired a limited speed vehicle, a Microcar MC Campus SXI model 2008 to be precise.
Creativity can not be measured by any standard as it is the reflection of your own playful mind. No one can say they don’t like a lemon because it doesn’t taste like a banana or tell a cow it must bark like a dog. Creativity is unique in it’s own form, let no one compare it to anything else or judge it. You are one of a kind.