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Yesterday was my birthday. I am currently at our UK house, so Oh Patient One traveled from the Netherlands the day before so that he could celebrate here with me.

“And where did he take you?” I hear you all cry. Well. Because he knows how to show a girl a good time, he took me to. . .

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The City dump. I kid you not! But I was delighted, and here’s why.

We have been filling the garden shed with all of my dear mother-in-law’s old stuff that either a) has no emotional significance, or b) is junk. We really wanted to clear out the shed so that we can fill it with even more of my dear mother-in-law’s stuff, and make space in the house for more of our belongings, most of which are still in the Rotterdam apartment (but some of which Oh Patient One brought over in the car with him).

I was even more delighted that Oh Patient One was the one to actually get the stuff out of the shed, because by now quite a few spiders had made their home in it and I have a completely irrational fear of them.

But just so you don’t think Oh Patient One is unromantic, on the way back from the dump he surprised me by calling for fish and chips. And curry sauce. We know how to paint the town red.