Father's day in the Netherlands. Rushed past the shops to buy dad a beard trimmer and then raced to Ridderkerk to pick up Nicktor, who somehow managed to miss the lunch-part in my:"Are you coming to Arjan's lunch-barbecue"-question. Eventually drove on to McR's place, where the "Find out where Arjan lives"-game started. (Both McR and I had only seen a photograph of the place and more or less knew where the house was supposed to be).

Eventually Nicktor and I managed to spot Arjan's place and 15 minutes later Martina called in to tell us that McR was willing to give up the search. Spent the afternoon playing football, tripping in Arjan's kiddie-pool and lighting up the barbecue.

Eventually had to take off before dinner even started for father's day celebrations at home. (And more barbecue). Weeee!