I am Hungarian living in Antwerp, Belgium.
Having landed in my blog might mean that you are interested in topics like How to Run A Happy Family, or How To Be Successful At Work, or Which Places Not To Miss When You Travel Abroad, and if you indeed want to know more about those topics, please do visit some real blogs, due to the fact that I also write about family, travel, work, etc, however the common element of those posts being that you will for sure not find them useful, in any sense.
You will meet recurring characters, such as my daughter (2006), my son (2009), my husband, and some others (grandmas, neighbours, teachers, colleagues..) who are all very nice people, so appearing in my stories is not at all their fault..
This is going to be a highly upset post about the card game ‘Dirty Pig’, which my son, Walter (10 ys), saw in his best friend’s home, and so we also needed to buy for home.
In a nutshell, you win the game if you can the sooner achieve the following:- make all 4 of your pigs dirty- build them a house each- supply the houses with doors that can be closed – in order to prevent the neighbour farmer (game opponent, for the ease let’s call her ‘mama’) enter the house with a big hose making your pigs clean.
And here is The Thing.
I am sitting with my sparkling clean piglets team nicely satisfied, all have houses with all fullextra appliances, still my son wins unexpectedly, what could go wrong??
‘Sparking clean’.I have cleaned my son’s piglets as much as I could, but in the meanwhile forgot to make my own friends muddy.
And that’s totally unfair! The fact that I, as parent, being duly conditioned for many years of parenthood for making things ‘corrected’, ‘back in order’, ‘CLEAN’ suddenly need to make things DIRTY, which is UNclean, UNorderly, UNgood. … And that just proves to be fully incomprehensible for my mother mind.
Of course it’s easy for my son to win games aiming at making things dirty – this is his main profile, for God’s sake! Years of experience, in possession of all the existing know-how!
I am planning to make a petition towards the EU as never ever have I encountered such severe discrimination in the game industry. Equal rights for parents!
At this time I cannot for sure tell if I like you or Lili more, since I have already had the opportunity to talk to you a lot more than to Lili – her personality I don’t yet know so much. But I will watch her and return with the final results in a few days.’
My daughter (14) preparing for school start tomorrow, in an upset tone:
‘Mama, just imagine: on Day 1 we must return all the tests we did the previous year.
What is beyond me, once they knew they would need those tests, why did they give them back to us? If the school believes I need a whole summer to lose these things they are seriously underestimating me, because I can get it done within as short as 2 days..’
Me: ‘Let’s go into the city centre to buy some present to 2 of Walter’s classmates, 2 girls, for their birthday party tomorrow.’
My husband (with a worried look): ‘Ohno, no way, not to the centre! Lots of people, difficult to move, I hate it! Let’s buy something outside the city centre e.g. on our way now, there is a shop over there!!’
Me: ‘Darling, that’s a fuel station.’
He: ‘I know! How great! We can buy them fuel vouchers!’
Me: ‘They are 10 years old.’
He: ‘Yes, but you cannot imagine how fast they are growing!! They have birthdays even now, they will soon drive a car!’
Me: ‘Ok, but shouldn’t you put those things down first from your hands?’
She: ‘No, because I measure myself every day and I know myself that I always carry the laptop/ gsm/ charger wherever I go, so I must have had them in my hand yesterday, too, when I checked my weight. And so if I measured myself without these things now, I would get inaccurate results..’
If it is scientifically underpinned then it’s all fine.
My TikTok account has just been deactivated- they claim I am too young to be a user.
What in fact happened was that when giving my birth date I must have clicked on the wrong year, according to which I was born last year.
I have contacted TikTok informing them I am presumably older than their Client Service colleagues altogether.
In the meanwhile my husband has quickly offered to happily witness to any company or individual that I am indeed awfully old, from which he voluntarily deleted the ‘happily’ part by the end of our conversation.
Me (in panic to my 10-yr old son): ‘OMG, I completely forgot to subscribe you to the tennis camp starting next week!!! How could I not remember when you wanted to go so much??’
He (10): ‘It is very simple – it just shows how much you love me, your little son: deep inside you wanted to have me around, to spend more time with me. Other mamas who want to get rid of their sons probably subscribed their children already in January. But you did not. I am so happy you are my mom.’
In Belgium during these Covid times we have special measures introduced, just like most other countries.
One of the new rules is that when visiting a cafe, restaurant etc, we need to leave our name and phone number – in case later there is an illness reported, it helps traceability, so we, clients, can be properly warned/informed.
I visited an ice cream salon during the weekend. Not to stay & eat it there of course, just pick up and leave quick.
So I am approaching the salon carefully in a mouth mask… ordering the ice cream in 10 seconds.. pay contactless.. then I move to the last step to give my contact details.
This particular ice cream salon chose to collect data in an open list.
Now you might wonder – once I work in the data protection business – if I made a remark on the fact that I can see all clients’ personal data before me so it’s not completely following requirements of GDPR… but it was the least of my concern this time.
In the spirit of client health & safety, all customers indeed need to register their personal data — using the same pen.