The lovely weather continues. It’s great. As I write this, at eleven o’clock in the evening, it’s still 21°C. It’s been so beautiful since last Wednesday, around 23 or 24°C each day. T-shirt, shorts and sandals have been the order of the day. It’s been like being back in California.
I sat out in the garden this morning and engaged in my favourite practice of reading the paper whilst sipping at a cup of great coffee. The sun was beating down and the temperature was lovely. We need to clear out the old leaves, bent nails and fag-ends, of course, but it’s still a real treat to sit outside in one’s garden in Amsterdam and just enjoy the day.
In the afternoon, we biked over to Pisa for some of the best ice-cream in town. Bliss.
This evening, we had dinner out in the garden. The tiny tyrant got to eat pineapple for the first time, which she seemed to enjoy. She’s been eating blended raspberries in the last few days, too, which she really likes. However, they make her mouth look like she’s fallen on her face, which I can’t quite get used to. I know it’s not blood, but still.
Sarah’s folks return from Normandy tomorrow evening, putting an end to our few days of peace and tranquility. Yes, it’s going to be nothing but wild parties and late nights for the next week.