Last night we were invited to our Dutch missionary friend, Harriette's place.
Some of her friends from Holland were visiting.
They came into the bookshop earlier that day, which was great.
The Dutchies and Daveys evening was spent in the usual European high-jinks, including :
: Making those wristbands out of rubber bands, you know the things...
: Trying to work out how to make a Dutch "r", by vibrating something deep in your throat that I am sure does not exist. Catrin is a natural at this.
: The "Sing a song that has this word in it" challenge. We failed on scissors. (There is a Dutch song about the dentist, would you believe...)
Then this morning, by unhappy coincidence, I discovered that some person or persons unknown in Germany and in Holland has been accessing my Hotmail account.
I have now set up two-step verification and a password SO ENCRYPTED that even I don't know it.