Holland at last: Part 2

This mini break has been a comedy of forgetfulness, as usual with any journey that has me in it. All the more so, given that for the first time in 20 years I’m travelling abroad without Mr Suburbanite as the responsible adult. I’m sure one day there will be a name for the disconnect in my brain that causes me to leave something crucial behind every time I leave the house… in the meantime I am diagnosis-free, and as my mother has the exact same symptoms and still managed to found and run an international charity I’m not going to worry about it too much.

The Cutester’s sand creation: one of her favourite Pokémon*

Another needless lorry death

I’ve never taken part in a “die-in” before…

Die-in at City Hall, 7 November 2016 (Photo: Caspar Hughes)

…but this one was different.

Enfield’s Mini Holland – the plot thickens

I often find that, ironically, the most blogworthy periods of my life leave me no time for blogging. That was certainly the case in the run up to Christmas, when I neglected family, friends and church for the Mini Holland cause  –

Children are traffic too*

There was a public meeting this week about the Enfield Mini Holland plans, and days later, I’m just starting to work out what was actually being said…