Parents

I think I’m a bit spoiled. But ah well. 

My mum just left, one hour ago. She had been visiting me for four days; she arrived this Sunday, at half past ten in the morning, and her plane takes off 18.30 from Stansted today.

With her she brought:

 

- Brown cheese (something I was missing more than I expected I would, and therefore asked her to bring)

- Hagelslag (which was a surprise gift from the boys at home – Teijo, Birk, Marcel)

- Picture frame (which was my farewell gift from my closest friends at home. It now hangs for everyone to see on my wall).

 

- Some of my warmer clothes (but this is not really important).

We spent as much time together as my time table would allow (which I will probably post sooner or later when I get ‘round to it), she stayed in the same guest house I did, and I showed her around in the city that is now my home for the next three years. 

While she was here, I went through all the things I’ve bought for my “flat” from kitchen utilities to the duvet (not counting food and stuff bought for my own entertainment, of course) and here is where the spoiled part comes in to play. Mum apparently spoke to dad while I was in school one of the days, and they agreed to pay for more than half of these things, as well as buy me a bike. 

I am now the happy owner of a 200 pound bike, as well as some more money, so now I will go and buy a printer (which really is a necessity as our teachers want us to write on machines, but hand in our work on paper) and a picture to hang over my bed. 

I bit spoiled? Maybe. But definitely happy.