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An afternoon in Amsterdam

Trust me not to do my homework...It was pouring down with rain this morning, which gave me the idea that it was a perfect day for a visit to the museum. What museum? The Rijksmuseum! Obviously, I'd been there before, for conferences and seminars, but I couldn't remember ever having been there as a tourist, and thought today would give me the perfect opportunity to wander around its winding corridors and see what, apart from the Nightwatch, it had to offer. However, when I got there, I found that it was under renovation, and only a part of the collection was on view. So instead of whiling away a pleasant afternoon looking at Teh Art, I barely managed an hour, and came away feeling quite cheated and annoyed.

Why was I annoyed? Because some arse trod on the hem of my skirt, tearing it, and walked off without a word! I was speechless. There is a tear in my lovely new witchy skirt! So it's hardly noticeable (except to me, but I know it's there) and I'm sure I can stitch it up again if only I can find some black sewing thread somewhere, but to tread on a woman's skirt when she's done nothing to you, and to walk off without so much as a by your leave or a sorry -- what's a Philistine like that doing in a museum, anyway?

I treated myself to a nice lunch after that, though. I came thisclose to ordering a lobster, but came to my senses just in time and had a goat's cheese salad instead -- I may have been in need of comfort food and lots of it, but there was no need to add insult to injury and beggar myself in the process of acquiring it.

On my way home though, I couldn't say no to a set of matching bra and knickers in a lovely cream and brown colour, at half price in the sales.

Now, a meme to get my mind off the fiasco that was my trip to Amsterdam. Gacked off the lovely grapefruitzzz, here's the premise:

The problem with LJ: We all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.



Jan. 14th, 2006 09:52 am (UTC)
I love board games! Luckily, so does the rest of my family, and my eldest nephew is an absolute board game fiend.

I'll try any new game I can get my hands on, but the old ones are still my favourite: the internationally renowned Monopoly, Scrabble, and backgammon; the Indonesian game tjongklak, which is played with a hollowed out plank and a handful of sea shells: every player starts out with an equal amount of sea shells and the object is to get as many or all of your opponent's shells as possible, anda Dutch game called Mens-erger-je-niet, in which the players move their pawns around a board with the help of dice, trying to bring them in to the safety of the harbour. While they're outside, they can be kicked off the board by another's pawns. The name of the game means 'Don't get wound up', and it's definitely something to remember while playing this game.
Jan. 16th, 2006 03:05 pm (UTC)
It appears that tjongklak is very similar to a game I have at home called mancala, which is loads of fun.