Ok, take back everything I said in the last blog. Not all of it, but most of it.
The house is made of light. Only light. Nothing else. It's a showhome. Sentimental at times, but rarely. You can see yourself in the floor.
No, I'm for real.
The dogs are my friends. They're good people. Laid back, snuffling, they know what they want in life. Did I tell you Guusje and Higgins are like best friends in the world? They say hi every day like they haven't seen each other in years. And then they walk side-by-side, proud. Or they jump on eachother and play. Dogs speak the same language as me. We get along. Except when Tinkle actually peed on top of Higgins today. Not cool, guys.
Ok, the kids aren't entirely bad. They're sweet, they're just highly strung and temperamental. Oh, and manipulative. They ask for cake in dutch, i say no. Especially not half an hour before dinner. They ask for cake in English with 'please may i' stuck on the front... They learn quickly, let's just say.
Whereas F says 'ouch' when I brush her hair and it hurts, J says 'oh dear!' or 'oh no!' Which is hugely endearing. Especially because it sounds sort of like 'owdeea!' or 'ownow!' and is an immensely redeeming quality in J. His little sister is somewhat more mature than he is, though, in so many ways!
First thing this morning they were hugely bored and wanted to play at friends' houses. J called Mote (that's how you say his name..) and grabbed his skateboard and headed to put his shoes on. Meanwhile F was ringing round all her friends and nobody was home! Or still asleep, and all she really wanted was to play with J. So she asked him and he said no because he'd already made plans with Mote. And her face, her poor, tiny, but so emotionally mature face!
She's bright blonde and the rims of her eyes and nose and lips are pinkish anyway but I watched her eyes fill up and her nose go pink and she was so restrained about it all until she couldn't breathe properly. She really REALLY just wanted to play with J. It wasn't because he had plans and she didn't, it was because she really loves spending time with him.
And then came the huge tantrums.
They do love eachother, those two. They aren't hugely sentimental about it, but they never fight. My sister and I always fought at that age.
This place is so unnatural. It's beautiful but forced. There are trees and canals and ponds but they're all built and planned. There are no accidental hidaways.
The swans scour and snuffle on the surface of the canals not big enough to sail on, eating the algae. It makes a cuddly noise.
J had a nosebleed. A great big, messy nosebleed everywhere. It wasn't exciting. Not. Nice.
Kinda made me feel lonelier yet in this scheme of lonely events that proceed. Not entirely sure why.
I'm pining for my wonderful love. and he is all I can think about.
Ever.
I need a hug.
I thought I'd miss Wales, but really I miss him more than any of it. Does that make me more his than Welsh?
p.s did I tell you about the violin? and the piano? and the other au pairs?
The house is made of light. Only light. Nothing else. It's a showhome. Sentimental at times, but rarely. You can see yourself in the floor.
No, I'm for real.
The dogs are my friends. They're good people. Laid back, snuffling, they know what they want in life. Did I tell you Guusje and Higgins are like best friends in the world? They say hi every day like they haven't seen each other in years. And then they walk side-by-side, proud. Or they jump on eachother and play. Dogs speak the same language as me. We get along. Except when Tinkle actually peed on top of Higgins today. Not cool, guys.
Ok, the kids aren't entirely bad. They're sweet, they're just highly strung and temperamental. Oh, and manipulative. They ask for cake in dutch, i say no. Especially not half an hour before dinner. They ask for cake in English with 'please may i' stuck on the front... They learn quickly, let's just say.
Whereas F says 'ouch' when I brush her hair and it hurts, J says 'oh dear!' or 'oh no!' Which is hugely endearing. Especially because it sounds sort of like 'owdeea!' or 'ownow!' and is an immensely redeeming quality in J. His little sister is somewhat more mature than he is, though, in so many ways!
First thing this morning they were hugely bored and wanted to play at friends' houses. J called Mote (that's how you say his name..) and grabbed his skateboard and headed to put his shoes on. Meanwhile F was ringing round all her friends and nobody was home! Or still asleep, and all she really wanted was to play with J. So she asked him and he said no because he'd already made plans with Mote. And her face, her poor, tiny, but so emotionally mature face!
She's bright blonde and the rims of her eyes and nose and lips are pinkish anyway but I watched her eyes fill up and her nose go pink and she was so restrained about it all until she couldn't breathe properly. She really REALLY just wanted to play with J. It wasn't because he had plans and she didn't, it was because she really loves spending time with him.
And then came the huge tantrums.
They do love eachother, those two. They aren't hugely sentimental about it, but they never fight. My sister and I always fought at that age.
This place is so unnatural. It's beautiful but forced. There are trees and canals and ponds but they're all built and planned. There are no accidental hidaways.
The swans scour and snuffle on the surface of the canals not big enough to sail on, eating the algae. It makes a cuddly noise.
J had a nosebleed. A great big, messy nosebleed everywhere. It wasn't exciting. Not. Nice.
Kinda made me feel lonelier yet in this scheme of lonely events that proceed. Not entirely sure why.
I'm pining for my wonderful love. and he is all I can think about.
Ever.
I need a hug.
I thought I'd miss Wales, but really I miss him more than any of it. Does that make me more his than Welsh?
p.s did I tell you about the violin? and the piano? and the other au pairs?
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Tell us about the violin and piano and the other au pairs. You know how much I like the stories you tell. And I don't think I've heard the piano one yet.
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