Book Chat

It’s true! Everyone says it and you never believe it but it’s true! When the kids get older, they play together when you’re on holiday and you can actually.read.a.book.

It’s bliss!

I have galloped through books this summer and I’ve loved them. So here’s what I’ve been reading and I hope with all my heart that you can enjoy a similar number by a pool somewhere soon.

Excellent dystopian teen fiction. Potentially even better than Hunger Games. Loved it.

Made me really really laugh. The Wig Wearer is reading it now and keeps chuckling away and then I ask him which bit’s made him laugh and he keeps having to stop and tell me. It must be annoying. But this is a very very good read.

Have been listening to this on audiobook. TWW bought me some wireless headphones that are excellent so I listened to this book as I drifted off to sleep (trying to drown out the humming of the mozzies) but then kept giggling and laughing. Love Bill Bryson.

Love a SK. I thought the first third of this book would’ve made an excellent short story but then the rest of it was a bit of gumpf.

Another Doctor story but 100% less funny. A bit pretentious but very moving. I listened to it on audiobook and enjoyed it but think I might’ve given up on it if reading it.

Good fun. Classic Grisham.

William and I did through the night road trips to Cardiff and back with him co-piloting in the front. We listened to this on audiobook and I honestly had forgotten how funny these books are. They are brilliantly read too. Really recommend these. They are not at all dated unlike some childhood books.

Did you know…?

You can download an app (Libby) and type in your library card number and download up to six audiobooks FOR FREE. You might need a code but your local library can give you one (try your birth date and year first though as it might’ve been automatically set for you – ie, 2504 for me).

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Dutch Dallying: Why Holland is the Holiday for You

There are three things The Wig Wearer and I want from a holiday: boats, bikes and beer.

When you put these three things in Google, it gives you Holland*.

As a child, we would have our family holidays there. Every time I smell fresh water or eat mayonnaise with my chips or hear a mosquito, it takes me back to those happy times.

We’ve been before and we will go again but I wanted to share with you what we got up to because I’m convinced it’s somewhere everyone will love.

Our first week was in an Air BnB in Ossenzijl in the De Weerriben National Park- the Norfolk Broads of the Netherlands, if you will.

Will on the Floss

Where we stayed was in a great location. We hired bikes and cycled along the canal to Kalenberg. The boys delighted in cycling up and over the bridges along side the canal. As I pedalled along with Alex on the back, shouting and waving to the boats we passed, I was taken back to that same feeling of excitement on the back of my mum’s bike thirty years before.

We stopped in cafes and ate ice creams where my sister and I had decades previously. We charged about on boats and the boys bickered over who’s ‘captain’. I remember being tucked up in the bow of our family boat and the noisy engine chugging and ricocheting through the night as we motored home after supper somewhere up the canal. Now my boys munched Paprika crisps and spotted grass snakes and dangled their feet in the brown, peaty water.

Sisters
Brothers

Alex terrified the beejeez out of us by dangling over the edge and dragging his curls in the water. He certainly doesn’t get it from me.

2018
1988

One of my all time favourite views of this part of the trip was watching William pedal away furiously- his legs flying around as he and Andrew zipped along the cycle paths to Blokzijl. Alex on the back of my bike calling abuse at them as they over-took us: ‘You cheat, you smelly poos. Pedal faster, mummy! Turbo power!’

And I remembered the feeling well.

Team Oliver
Team White

The greatest discovery this year was all the excellent lidos that the area has: we cycled to the ones in Paasloo and Blokzijl and you could easily spend all day there if you didn’t have one kid who’s always trying to kamikaze down the water slides or another who refuses to go in above knee-level.

We had six days in this area and then we packed up and moved on to Alkmaar- a quick trip across the impressive road which stretches across the sea- the only bit of road I know about where a sailing boat will pass over you thanks to a naviduct.

Photo from Wikipedia as I’d left my drone at home

Despite the Sat Nav taking us the ‘scenic route’ through All the Farm Lands of Northern Holland, we did eventually make it to our next Air BnB in Heiloo. And everyone can stop looking now because we’ve found the most comfortable, well-located and aspirational Air BnB of them all. Just don’t try booking it next summer because we bagsy it.

Our hosts had generously lent us their bikes so we immediately hopped on and pedalled the 5k from Heiloo to Egmond aan Zee and the children cartwheeled on to the beach like sand-starved land lubbers.

Like Labs from a Volvo

And I truly hadn’t realised just how splendid the coastline is.

Keep running hit Norfolk eventually

Heiloo is on the outskirts of Alkmaar- home of cheese and a thoroughly lovely, moochable town and we used a day to cycle in for a scout. We visited in the familiar driving rain which we were graced with for sentimental purposes.

‘This feels more familiar’

To our slight relief, the weather improved to cloudy with bits of sun which is basically perfect beach weather so the rest of our trip was sand castles, body boarding, seagull chasing and picnicking. Our hosts had recommended Castricum’s visitor centre which was excellent and had a good cafe nearby and a stunning woodland walk. Castricum beach is clean, vast, safe and beautiful. We spent two days here- the windy one of which was vastly improved by the hiring of a windshelter seeing as I’d had to leave my new beloved one back in Blighty.

No pants. No cares.
One windbreaker. One big smile.

Six days on the canals and six days on the beach. Every day on a bike and beer three times a day. Frites with every meal and we were feeling like natives. What a joy to momentarily pretend you live in the most densely populated and yet practically designed, marvellously engineered, neat, logical, thoughtful and wholesome country in Europe. I even took a photo of this bit of road because it had right of way for bikes and a bridle way and no one huffed and even the taxi drivers respect cyclists.

A thing of beauty. A joy for cycling.

And yet there are a few things that keep you feeling very British. You may be nipping about on bikes but you’ll forget to pedal backwards to brake and then dismount inelegantly because, even on its lowest setting, the bike is too big for you.

Can’t stop. Won’t stop. Can’t rest my feet.

Or you’ll never quite get used to dangle your legs whilst you wee because you can’t touch the floor. Or you’ll feel shamed by the Dutch and their perfect English and feel flummoxed by words such as ‘slagroom’ (not a sex shop), or ‘Afsluitdijk’ (not a drunken insult), or ‘alstubleif’ (not a sneeze). Or you’ll never get used to how pasty your own children look next to the tall, blond, bronzed Dutch children. But it’ll feel really, really good to pretend for a while. And I bet you a stroopwaffle that you end up fantasising about living here- I know I still am.

*I know technically we went to the Netherlands but people always look blank when I say that and then they brighten and say ‘Oh, Holland! How lovely!’ so I’m sticking with that with apologies to my Geographer MIL.

Love in a Time of Child Rearing

You may well be raising children alongside someone you used to love wildly and recklessly. Perhaps you and that person once backpacked through Borneo together or sailed Greek islands or spoon fed each other gelato in Italian cities.

But that’s love then.

Love in a time of childrearing can look a little different. Other things now set your heart alight.

A Lie In

A true beloved might slip out of bed at the first chorus of ‘Mummy!’ and scoop them downstairs whilst you sleep on. You might stir at past 8am and come downstairs feeling like a new person. That’s the stuff that gives tingles under your pjs.

Odd Jobs

Perhaps they’ve topped up your windscreen wash. Perhaps they’ve remembered to pick up milk. Perhaps they’ve renewed the house insurance. These small acts of kindness may well give you sexy thoughts.

Shared Memories

The private jokes. The snigger triggers. The family malapropisms. The ‘do you remember’ whens. That’s glue. That’s love. That’s the chocolates on the pillow.

Stolen Moments

A beer and a snog in the garden. A quick pint whilst the in-laws babysit. A cinema trip. A tiptoe in to the bedrooms of your sleeping children and a high five shared for making such little crackerjacks. That sets the pulse racing.

It may not be red roses and candle lit suppers and the first dizzying flashes of lust but romance can live on- it just looks a little different.

Punting in Venice becomes Puttering on Canals

90s vs Now

From MSN Chat to SnapChat: how to feel nostalgic for a really pretty naff decade.

I was on break duty recently when I heard a student singing the opening rap of Fresh Prince of Bel Air. They said they’d been watching it on Netflix. Apparently this can no longer be used as a benchmark for a ’90s childhood so I need to regroup and reassess. Here is my new collection of ’90s tells.

Bloody Netflix- coming here and ruining our cultural references.

You know all the words to Everything I Do I Do It For You

My sister had it on tape. Knowing what a tape is will also be sign.

Can be interchanged with Love is All Around

Now if you like someone you send them a naked selfie. Then you used to make them a friendship bracelet.

And even that was pretty forward.

All teens knew how to make these. Photo credit: Siesta Crafts

Now, you have pencilled on eyebrows and a full set of contouring for a school day. Then, you had a fruity lip balm and two sassy bits of hair pulled out the front of your ponytail.

And instead of a Beyoncé endorsed perfume, you had Body Shop White Musk.

Your hair stuck to it and you kept it in your pencil case

Now, the sounds of youth are tinny RnB played over a phone and the chimes of notifications. Then, it was bing-bing-whistle of dial up.

And the landline ringing and you pounding up the stairs shouting ‘I’ll get it!’

These were savage high tech

Now you need an app and a therapist to be on it. Then, you needed a folder with a bucket tonne of plastic wallets.

Made you feel good.

Notes: writers’ own

Now role models are shouty YouTubers and billionaire brunettes. Then, you wanted to cool of Claire Danes circa My So Called Life

And the boobs of Sally from Neighbours

Boob idol Photocredit: tuans.info

Then you could coast school, get ‘political’ about animal testing and drink through uni and know you’ll be able to afford a house. Now, you’re the first generation to be worse off than your parents and get angry about Brexit and austerity.

And now I get why Netflix have bought back Fresh Prince: sometimes you need a reminder of simpler times.

Now they will but they’ll have other things to be mad about