For a dozen reasons Holland is a great place to be based. One of which, while not very important in the grand scheme of things, is my favourite.
We have always been able to see the best gigs, in great venues, not half an hour away from our front door, and all for ridiculously little money.
Autumn and Winter see the best shows roll into Amsterdam, and I always keep a beady eye on what's coming up.
One in particular ET asked me to arrange tickets for, The Swell Season at the end of November.
Bearing in mind a progressing pregnancy, that would have been as good a time as any to see them. Tickets were bought, and plans were made
Until today, when a taste of our future concert going abilities popped into my inbox.
The concert is postponed. Until February next year. Falling delightfully on ET's birthday, but less delightfully 6 days after her due date. The irony of The Swell Season coming to town at the height of her own swelling season has not gone unnoticed.
An abrupt stop to our gallop, cheekily reminding us that our time isn't our own for very much longer. Oh well petal, this will have to do you.
I'll try and pick you up a t-shirt, okay?
