On my way to Simone, after work, I often see this car. I always thought it was a Mustang but absolutely nowhere on the car does it say that! So I used a government website to check what is registered with the license plate and figured out it's a Mustang from 1985 sporting a V6 engine. It's a pretty rare car here in Europe and it seems in pretty good condition.
I had to go to a town called Gorinchem today, just over an hour's drive from home. I was picked up by a colleague in the morning but I had to leave early for my dentist appontment so I had to use public transport on my way home.
The long distance bus was very nice! Very empty and quiet. Lovely after a busy day.
The dentist was a quickie. No worries, no need to come back for another 6 months.
Afterwards I went to my favourite place in Amsterdam.
I love the fountain and I love the trees here.
Then I walked to my favourite snackbar and I passed the awesome rembrandt statue with the Night watch displayed underneath.
Here it is without people.
And then I went to HQ for a few pints. Sometimes I just really feel like a few pints you know? Max was there. He cool.
My little urban micro garden desperately needed maintenance. So I got to work removing weeds, grass and rubbish. Then I trimmed the shrubs to nicer sizes that also hopefully makes them less attractive for dogs to piss on.
The result: A nice and clean little garden. And it was nice working on it :-)
Today is my friend Nantko's birthday but we can't really celebrate that with him coz he died a while ago. I drank a glass of Connemara in his honour. I often find myself thinking when going to a concert or something.. "Nantko would've liked this". He is missed...
I watched the last 4 episodes of "Band of brothers".
It's a great series.
Based on true stories.
They have some survivors of Easy Company do some commentary before every episode.
After the final episode they commented some more and only then do you get to see who they are. It was so moving it made me cry... These are men that went through all that crap to liberate my grandparents. More to think about on May 4th next year...
And then in the evening there was a bit of a fire in my street.
I spotted a whole 4 small wiffs of smoke. Hardly any bigger than somebody smoking a cigar. Well, at least it was no false alarm.