Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Will the real Peter de Graaf please stand up?

The other night I visited Peter de Graaf. No, that's not a mistake brought on by the contents of the bottle clasped by my cousin Ted. Peter de Graaf is my cousin. This caused me no end of confusion as a child but I have since reconciled myself to the idea that I don't have exclusive rights to our name. But more about Peter de Graaf later. In the meantime I can assure you Ted, Angela and I had a most enjoyable visit to Peter and Thea's place in Sloten, just west of Amsterdam. (That's the other Peter de Graaf on the right.)

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