At H's Place

Hubby's best buddy H is back after an 8-week retirement sojourn in that 20,000-island archipelago called Indonesia.  As I've mentioned a couple of times, hubby spent just as many weeks trimming H's lawn and taking care of his plants, visiting the property every 4 or 5 days when the weather permitted it.  H was exceedingly pleased with this!  The idea was to get in touch with hubby after about a week of jetlag and maybe invite us to dinner but had to call hubby expectedly this morning because his, H's, car wouldn't start.  It's an ancient -- really ancient -- Volks Beetle.  Hubby asked if I wanted to come along for the ride.  Anyway, after helping H start the car with the cables, they both ended up still having to drive the old thing to the nearby garage where it got a new battery.  In the meantime, H's wife, M, explained that they hadn't really gone to bed yet but that some things, like getting some staples from the local supermarket, had to be done first, and the laundry as well, and this and that.  She kept a steady chatter which made me rather sleepy, especially as I hadn't had any breakfast yet.  After about an hour or so, we left, finally.

But not before I'd managed to take a few shots here and there in their garden.  These are very tiny flowers but with such an intense colour I couldn't ignore them.

Anyway, back home, and then breakfast, and then attacked the backlog of my genealogy project.  What a pile!  I even discovered a man who has two death certificates!  -- 1949 and 1964!  His widow remarried in 1950, so I suppose the 1949 record is correct, but I am nevertheless still curious about his second death.  Did he just fake it the first time?  Did he just disappear after leaving a suicide note?  The first death was in Breda, the second one in Rotterdam.  Maybe he just sailed away from the Port of Rotterdam and didn't any more bother to tell 'the family' that he was back.  What an interview that would have been!