January - the month Martijn did, and didn't, grow up

Yes, Martijn. He is very much still the "man-boy" I met 7 years ago. Cycling on a frozen canal that wasn't so frozen yet looking very spiffy and grown up in his toga when he was sworn in as a real lawyer. After the ceremonial part of the day, we all went out for drinks. It became quickly obviously that this would be no quiet night.

While on the dance floor of the empty disco, we pooled our cash to create a communal beer pot. And we generally just had a fun time. I even attempted to play darts with the guys, but was encouraged to play the role of supporter after most of my darts missed the board. And yes, I had my contacts in.

January was not all about Martijn; I finished a knitting project (a beanie made up of left-over wool). It looks okay, doesn't it? There was also a date (this was the same day Martijn rode on the canal). It was so cold, slippery and sometimes scary. We didn't see anyone else out riding.

January snapshot:

• Still waiting for my work and visa permit;
• Got a haircut and the hairdresser told me its not everyday that he gets to cut hair on someone with such a round and unsymmetrical face;
• Martijn's sister got married;
• Had a great night out in Leiden with my Aussie posse (I'm the only member without a child);
• Started watching series two of Flight of the Concords (hence my use of the word 'posse').

Photo 1: Martijn cycling on a not to completely frozen layer of ice. I was not stupid enough to do this and took it upon myself to ride along the top of the dyke and act as navigator.
Photo 2: Martijn's day at court being sworn in as a lawyer of the realm.
Photo 3: This is why I, most days, feel a bit on the short side here. Look at me, I only come up to their shoulders.
Photo 4: Dart collage
Photo 5: My new beanie
Photo 6: The date

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