One day in late August, Liesbet and I, Arie, were taking a drive through the beautiful countryside of Drenthe. Our dog Jasper sat neatly in the back and looked out of the window monotonously. But when the ride got a bit too long, he started to whine softly. He just needs to get out, said Liesbet. Yes, I said, it’s like a small child that starts whining when the ride is longer than fifteen minutes. Yes, yes, we have had little children, you know. But they are now grown-ups. Sometimes they come to visit and say: so, Mum and Dad, how are you? What do you say back? Fine, fine, very well, it couldn’t be better. And they believe it. Ah, they should just get that old themselves.