Temperamental Tennis And Travels Tallied

Friday Sept 2nd –

 

Zzzzzzzzz.

Wake up, lay in bed, Mike brought up some of the muffin ish things I made for us to eat…
Zzzzz.

Mike worked half a day and then after some calling and pondering we headed out for some tennis 😁πŸ’ͺ🏻

He’s a patient coach and aside from him asking if I need glasses (which I actually do need to wear at night) he was mostly polite 😜
But he does tend to repeat himself a lot, thinking I didn’t get the point the first five times.
That in turn usually rises some anger on my part and as a side effect of my annoyance, I play better 😳
Maybe it’s all a strategy he’s come up with 😜


Either way we managed to get something going that slightly resembled tennis for a couple of hours before calling it quits.

Once finished freshening up back at the house, I began frying pork schnitzel and he went out for fries to go with the meal and popcorn for me to have later.
He returned with fries and some groceries but no popcorn πŸ˜‹

These were the fries made from mashed potatoes and I like them so much more than regular fries, though I really wonder how it can make such a differenceπŸ€”

 
Saturday Sept 3rd –

 

 

Michiel made me a late breakfast of fried eggs, bacon and a decent cup of coffee!
He cracked open a different bag of beans we had and roughly followed the instructions on the side and then I used their whipped cream rather than the oddly flavoured coffee cream and it was the best/closest attempt to home coffee yet πŸ˜„


Breakfast was good as well πŸ˜‰

Lunch was loempias πŸ˜πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ’•


Purchased at a food truck outside of the hardware store, which we went to in search of buckets for a possible upcoming DIY, cement side table, but no buckets were found so some other time perhaps😊

As we waited for the loempias to be fried, an old steam engine train passed by.
It had a man all dressed up like a legit ticket master checking tickets inside and a man stopping the traffic rather than the usual red lights and safety arms at train crossings.
It’s one of the few they left the tracks for and it runs about once a week from what Mike knew.
Kind of fun to see πŸ˜ŠπŸš‚

At the house Mike was suffering from boredom and didn’t like any of my suggestions of things to do and I didn’t like any of his, so we made a deal that if he worked on papers I would work on Dutch a little and then we would go for a fast paced jaunt😏

The Dutch happened, and the paperwork and he actually stuck with it much longer then expected and two pages listing all his travels since his 18th birthday later, he finished and ordered Chinese food for himself.
I don’t like the Chinese food here much so I was going to have mango and then popcorn 😜

The walk, did not happen πŸ˜πŸ™ˆ

He felt bad ordering food for himself so he got me something as well, deep-fried bananas with icing sugar.
Which was sweet (no pun intended), if I liked bananas 😁
It’s the thought that always counts 😘

That evening I got my popcorn, he got strawberries and Nutella and we settled in to watch an episode of Grantchester, using our freebie JBLΒ bluetooth speaker, which we aren’t entirely sure how we got πŸ˜πŸ“πŸΏ


A card company said we didn’t meet the deadline for signing up to get the included speaker but then it came in the mail… leave it to Mike to receive something extra 😏

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

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