Is it spring yet? I haven't really noticed a change in temperature - I'm still vested.

[pen] Here it's bright as summer, cold as winter. It's spring.

(rab) Tell your GP that rabies is a virus, as are many other lethal lurgies. I know what he means, though.

Oh thank goodness this site is back. It was apparently down yesterday, and I thought Scotland had independented without telling anyone.

Soooo close to finishing writing the twice-yearly alumni magazine and sooo happy about it. On the other hand, I just had to cancel a trip to the UK because of an attack of the you-know-whats.

Irate tractor drivers? Poisonous micro-bats? Cheesed-off Dutchmen?
Whatever it was, hope they're gone now with no lasting damage.

Shot of the shits? Almost, but not quite. Bloody hell. I've lost a few kilos. Am I sure this isn't amoebic dysentery or some Dutch marshland parasitic invasion? No.

Low-lying coastal delta? Dengue fever for sure. Survival rate is quite good, though.

Which is worse, Dengue fever, or constant campaigning and voting?

Depends on how much pain you have in your cam, I suppose. It also seems to provoke a form of sleeping sickness that makes one have déjà vu nightmares.

It's King's Day tomorrow in the Netherlands; a national holiday in every sense of the word. For most Dutch people, it means a feverish plague of orange tat - to wear, eat and wave in the air, a lot of beer, and an all-pervasive soundtrack of oompah bands and bouncy pop tunes played through bad loudspeakers from every village street. (This is my experience of it in the previous 8 years of village life - it may be different elsewhere in the country).
But the windy miller and I will be heading to the windmill in Zeeland. I will take a pile of books, a warm blanket, and a big packet of sausages to cook.