Chateau Meiland: the naklets

You only have to do three things. Sit on the edge of your seat, treat yourself to coffee, and laugh really hard. Good morning and bonjour-eh: it's time for Chateau Meiland the aftertalk, with this week starring: Martien on the road and ‘antruhkoht’ on the menu. Crying, so funny.

– Erica is going to vacuum upstairs. Martien: ‘Erica really has to decide that for herself, I'm going to drink wine soon. Claire has turned two today and by the way, it's already a quarter past twelve and I haven't seen any wine, PFF.’

– Tonight Martien is making ENTRECOTE. ANTRUHKOHT. KOOTH. CO. COTE. Entrecote.

– Carolien: ‘Well, it's nice that I was lying down for a bit, you know.’ Erica: ‘Lying down? Where were you lying then?’ Carolien: ‘No, laughing from laughing. That I need to laugh a bit after such a rotten morning.’

– ‘And there are all kinds of beautiful artworks. I don't really like artists. I find them a strange people. I always think: just do something with your life, you know. Well, never mind, really.’ But it's nice that you at least find the artworks beautiful, Mart.

– And then we also have Martien behind the wheel. Just those gigantic long fingers curled around the steering wheel, prickly armpits, and his gaze towards the rearview mirror. What. A. Figure.

– Martien: ‘Just à gauche here, yes keep going straight, yes à gauche, yes, just keep driving right, then you'll be fine.’ Uhm, but à gauche is left, right?

– Martien: ‘Carolien, are you already drinking wine? Have you made the salad yet? Well, never mind, it's rosé, not white wine.’

– Martien: ‘Hey Maxime, get that hair out of Claire's face. That child can't see anything and this way she'll really go cross-eyed, huh…’

– Am I the only one who wants to call Martien all day? ‘YES AALOOH.’

– Martien: ‘Oh this is really a mirror, you know. I scare myself to death looking at myself.’

– Martien: ‘Well, listen, what terrible socks I get to try on here. Really awful. I'll take the shoes, but those fitting socks, PFF. Yes, AALO, bonjour-eh, I'll take the shoes. They're okay. It is okay. Yes, oui, I’ll pay, merci.’

– And have a nice weekend, huh, and oh the fraar.

– Martien: ‘Carolien, turn that music off as soon as possible, it feels like a tomb here.’