Showing posts with label amsterdam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label amsterdam. Show all posts

Saturday 4 February 2012

Wintery White






Just come back from a mid-week break for a few days in Amsterdam, at a friend's, and this was the view from the apartment. Very pretty to look at, but with temperatures of -5 during the day and a minimum of -10 at night, I think inside is the best place to be. Especially as the return train journey yesterday (normally a two & a half hour journey) took me 6 hours! 

According to the news, 09.00am yesterday morning the temperature was -22.9 in Lelystad - a record - and colder than the inside of your refrigerator.


Friday 18 June 2010

What's Hot, What's Not! - CRAVE


Crave * v. 1 feel a powerful desire for. 2 dated ask for: I must crave your indulgence
ORIGIN: bef. 1000; ME craven, OE crafian (‘demand, claim as a right’), of Gmc origin;
akin to ON krefja to demand, lay claim to



Early February, when the mornings are still too dark to be enjoyed by any stretch of the imagination and feeling as though I have a starring role in the movie Ground Hog’s Day, I crawl behind my computer, backed up by a pot of tea, with the idea of finding something for the ‘What’s Hot, What’s Not’ spot in the Spring issue of the Connections magazine.

Yes, it would be easy to take the low road and continue on the traditional negative downward spiral of Monday morning that I so often suffer from, but I decide I should make a concerted effort to lift my spirits, after all I am writing for the spring issue of the Connections. This is a time of re-birth, when everything comes back to life again. The infernal snow and permanent living in ugly walking boots (party shoes in a bag) scenario, has come to an end and attractive footwear rules once more. Crocuses and snowdrops emerge, wagging tailed little lambs and fluffy chicks are born and yet, I crave something… My permanent bar of big chunk chocolate in the fridge is temporarily gone and I can’t lay the blame on anyone but myself, as my son is at school and I have yet to see a cat eat a piece of chocolate, let alone open a fridge door; although I must say I used to own a very clever large black tom cat who could open doors, but I digress.







So, I turn my attention to the Internet and tick in the word crave. The search offers up a variety of sites, which cover edibles, games, sexy videos, a perfume by Calvin Klein, as well as a hospitality public relations and marketing services firm. That’s all very well and good, but it doesn't hit the spot. How about Wikipedia? That presents, of course, a definition in much the same way as my trusty Oxford dictionary, some music, a band and a brand of cat food. With the party (Soul Train) from a previous weekend still playing clearly in my mind, I idly tick in crave and party, well nothing ventured as they say… and so I come across The Crave Company. I enter their website hoping to be pleasantly surprised.







© Alison Day
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First published in the Connections magazine #27 Spring 2009