The best boyfriend in the world!
I really do have the bestest boyfriend in the whole wide world.
The Other Half asked me to keep the weekend free for another of his big surprise weekends. I dreaded having to put on 'a happy face' as he announced that we were going to Watford again but this time he outdid himself totally.
On Saturday morning, we got a cab to City Airport and flew to Amsterdam! Wow! I haven't been to Holland for years so it was great to be back there.
After finding our hotel (in a freak rainstorm) we jumped on a tram to the Rijksmuseum. But we didn't go in there, we went instead to a diamond house and bought some gems for our wedding rings.
Ahh, the boy is so romantic. Everyone should have an Other Half.
It was also our anniversary trip but one month early. December 13 will mark two years of blissful togetherness.
Saturday evening, we wandered round the red light district, giggled in sex shops, avoided live shows (one of which offered 'writing show' as part of the attractions. Enquiries revealed it wasn't quite the display of master calligraphy the name suggested) and ate a great paella in a Spanish restaurant.
We were up all night. Not, as you might think, playing with sex toys. Oh no. The hotel room was right above the bar and we lay there listening to the bass vibrating through the floor. I think about 2am they must have turned the music up. Great.
Sunday morning we took the train to my old 'home town' Utrecht. Getting out of the station filled me with excitement as I hadn't been here for at least eight years, or so.
It was still gorgeous. The Dom tower still dominated the skyline. The roads were still clean and oh-so-Dutch.
We wandered down the Nieuwegracht to where Roger's old squat was (my ex-boyfriend who I lived with for a while). The house looked beautiful. It's no longer a squat and is in the process of being restored.
Old landmark shops, cafes and pubs were all still there. Sarasani for excellent smokes, De Oude Pothuis for smoky jazz, Cafe Andersom, where I nearly got a job rolling spliffs, the bead shops, the launderette, Piet Snot (I think it sold comics), Peek & Cloppenberg, Mannikin Pis chip shops etc etc etc
What a lovely trip down memory lane.
Flying back to City is brilliant. We were home half-an-hour after landing. And before you come round to raid our (still ruined from the flood) flat looking for diamonds, forget it; they are now safely locked up in a secret vault, in a secret London location. You can see them next July!
The Other Half asked me to keep the weekend free for another of his big surprise weekends. I dreaded having to put on 'a happy face' as he announced that we were going to Watford again but this time he outdid himself totally.
On Saturday morning, we got a cab to City Airport and flew to Amsterdam! Wow! I haven't been to Holland for years so it was great to be back there.
After finding our hotel (in a freak rainstorm) we jumped on a tram to the Rijksmuseum. But we didn't go in there, we went instead to a diamond house and bought some gems for our wedding rings.
Ahh, the boy is so romantic. Everyone should have an Other Half.
It was also our anniversary trip but one month early. December 13 will mark two years of blissful togetherness.
Saturday evening, we wandered round the red light district, giggled in sex shops, avoided live shows (one of which offered 'writing show' as part of the attractions. Enquiries revealed it wasn't quite the display of master calligraphy the name suggested) and ate a great paella in a Spanish restaurant.
We were up all night. Not, as you might think, playing with sex toys. Oh no. The hotel room was right above the bar and we lay there listening to the bass vibrating through the floor. I think about 2am they must have turned the music up. Great.
Sunday morning we took the train to my old 'home town' Utrecht. Getting out of the station filled me with excitement as I hadn't been here for at least eight years, or so.
It was still gorgeous. The Dom tower still dominated the skyline. The roads were still clean and oh-so-Dutch.
We wandered down the Nieuwegracht to where Roger's old squat was (my ex-boyfriend who I lived with for a while). The house looked beautiful. It's no longer a squat and is in the process of being restored.
Old landmark shops, cafes and pubs were all still there. Sarasani for excellent smokes, De Oude Pothuis for smoky jazz, Cafe Andersom, where I nearly got a job rolling spliffs, the bead shops, the launderette, Piet Snot (I think it sold comics), Peek & Cloppenberg, Mannikin Pis chip shops etc etc etc
What a lovely trip down memory lane.
Flying back to City is brilliant. We were home half-an-hour after landing. And before you come round to raid our (still ruined from the flood) flat looking for diamonds, forget it; they are now safely locked up in a secret vault, in a secret London location. You can see them next July!
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