We were both feeling a bit sick - picked up a cold somewhere along the
way, and basically slept and lazed around Paul's apartment all day,
only going out for long enough to find a supermarket (about 2 minutes
We cooked a pasta meal and then sat around chatting with Paul - what
a lazy day!
During dinner I called my father's cousin Peter, who lives in
Amsterdam. He invited us over, so we negotiated the public transport
system over to his house. He and his wife (who's name we didn't catch -
very slack!) gave us some drinks and chatted about the family history.
He was cooking blackberry pies which smelled absoultely delicious :)
When we left at 11:30 (to get the last buses home!) I forgot to pick up
the pie he'd given us after I put my shoes on. Doh! I'm still rather
embarassed about that.