Column John Vanderaart – Again such a summer, end of story

It is August 2, 2025 after 23:00 in the evening. Together with the neighbors and Alain on L’Huis Maillot we looked at the fireworks show on the balcony. Alain today had some extra trouble with the stairs: “That left knee, isn’t it?” Anyway, 8 weather apps and 1 Alain on L’Huis Maillot were completely wrong! The sun did not actually show itself, the temperature barely exceeded 12 degrees Celsius and a venomous drizzle passed with some regularity.

However, the Brocante-fun was not allowed to print, because ‘Vraiment tout le Monde’ had been flowed. Cars were parked far beyond the village and the necessary Dutch people had taken their electric bicycles from the stable. Certainly a 9 on the scale of crowds and fun! I myself had some old computer stuff in the ramsj and already well before lunch I was completely loose.

The sales toppers were the (naturally cleaned) old external hard drives up to 512 MB. Every 22 inch 1920 x 1080 monitor with HDMI and VGA was even fought. I was able to comfort a crying child with a minecraft for the Xbox One; But for 2 euros, because for nothing the sun stayed away today … My business model would eventually give me 3 tens, so there was certainly a success.

I spent the rest of the day nagging. Sorning about the stall right in front of my front door, nagging about the lady who already used my toilet for the third time, nagging about the wrong Aperol glasses that my wife had scored, and so on. The neighbors and Alain on L’Huis Maillot (also Boomers) nagged with me.

But, rather alerted by an attentive reader, I started to whine a bit more consciously. No less, but – as said – more consciously. And I have to admit: “You can’t nag either.” Let’s see if I manage to hold that. And before going to sleep, see what the weather will be tomorrow … later!

Still being able to make a child overjoyed with Minecraft for the Xbox One …