My grandma died this morning. My Oma. A strong ox of a woman was Nellie, stubborn and unwaivering in her views. She was a good Gran though, always took an interest in us and showed her love for us. And she used to let me smoke when i was a teenager! When we used to go out for coffee in Holland, we'd enjoy a cigarette together. And she loved her husband, my Opa, very much. Go to your Aadrian now. Goede nacht, Oma. And i got a great job today. Well, a menial job in an amazing place (a recurrent theme). More about that tomorrow. x