10 things you didn't know
FROM MAY
Two violins and a drum and a flute, because May-Britt is celebrating her birthday today. How many candles will be blown out is a question for you and a fact for me.
On Monday she already celebrated it with family in a little boat over the canals and then danced around the Christmas tree of hotel Amstel. Today I imagine that when the five finally strikes, a cork from the Ruinart or Amarone bottle will pop in the Mobach household. The fireplace is roaring, Michael Bublé is singing through the Sonos speakers and her girls are handing out wafer-thin chocolate from Patisserie Kuyt. That's her favorite, you see. I know May well enough by now, so I guess I'm not far off. And now that I'm at it, I have more to tell you that you didn't know, but I do. I'll keep it neat. Here they come:
May has turned 43 years old.
When she has been to the hairdresser with our friends from The Building for a blow-dry and a braid or updo, May can sleep so quietly that it looks perfect the next day.
May doesn't text much, but she records dozens of voice messages on WhatsApp.
May always looks perfectly dressed, just right for the color of the day and what kind of appointment is in her agenda. Nails polished, hair blow-dried, highest heels on, and always in a good mood. But if you look closely, REALLY closely, there's always a little chip in her nail polish or a spot on her DKNY dress. Fieuww, I always think.
In the first year of Amayzine, I kept her administration and agenda. I collected receipts, scheduled appointments, and helped her remember important matters. That came in handy because May is a bit chaotic in that regard, can sometimes forget things, and sticking receipts for the tax office? She doesn't have the time for that. What turned out? I'm ten thousand times more chaotic than May, and that didn't work at all. Only we stubbornly insist that we are a match and often laugh when we BOTH forget an appointment or BOTH have misplaced something again.
She is always just a bit late.
She has a chicken curry phase now and then, which means that rice cakes are smeared with chicken curry every day. It lasts a few weeks, then she's off it for a while.
So she does NOT take off those towering heels when she gets home, but just keeps walking around in them (three small children, remember?). Those heels are only thrown in a corner when she gets into bed.
May falls asleep VERY quickly when it gets a bit later in the evening, and I don't necessarily mean in bed. I've sat in a taxi with her on the way back from a restaurant and was telling a story for some time when I later realized she had already left. Or just, when we are having a conversation in the evening by the fireplace. Wherever she is, lying or sitting, eyes closed and she's gone. Honestly, there is also some wine involved in the story.
When May comes to the office (Amayzine starts every day at half past nine), she has already put in four hours of work, and when Amayzine closes again and May comes home, a new job starts there for at least another four hours. All for the three girls. People, this woman works HARD.
