Gamiila (gamiila) wrote,

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A nice weekend for a change

Considering the fact that the temperatures have consistently remained in the high nineties these last few weeks, I am at a loss to explain as to how I have managed to come down with the mother of all colds. I feel awful. My throat hurts, my eyes sting, my head feels like it's stuffed full of cotton wool, and my nose just keeps on running.

The girls, however, can't believe their luck. Their human, home with them, on a weekday! Better yet, lying on the sofa wrapped in a plaid, the box of Kleenex strategically placed within easy reach...they wasted no time in stretching out on top of me, purring like mad while holding me hostage. They didn't like me getting up and going out, but I just had to get to the pharmacy and stock up on the anti-flu...

Still, I've had a nice, relaxing weekend; even if I was starting to feel a little under the weather by Saturday night. Allan came down for a bit, much to my surprise. He's one of my closest friends, who traded London for Amsterdam a couple of years ago. In all the time he's been here, he hasn't shown much of an interest in exploring the rest of the country he's made his home in, and has repeatedly claimed there's nothing much to see outside of Amsterdam. So when, a few weeks ago, he suggested coming out to The Hague and being shown round it for a day or two, I reacted with some scepticism...but he assured me he was serious, and so I met him at the station early on Saturday.

At the end of his visit, he surprised me by admitting that The Hague "seemed like a very pleasant town to live in", but luckily he hadn't undergone too much of a change of heart to immediately qualify it in his following sentence "but I wouldn't want to live anywhere but in Amsterdam". Well, that's fine with me. Personally, I'd never want to move to Amsterdam which I think is noisy, dirty and doesn't nearly have enough trees and green spaces. New York, London, even Leicester I'd move to at a moment's notice, but Amsterdam...never!

We had a barbecue with friends on Saturday, and Sunday was the day Mick showed off his culinary skills with home-made felafel to celebrate having reached the age of 15 the day before. Wish all my weekends were as mellow as this one...
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