October 21, 2004
No smoke without a moustache
Yesterday afternoon while tricycling home from the creche Jacob and I came across two firetrucks in the Eerste van de Helst Straat, just outside the butcher Cor Noz. A cherry picker was aloft and there hovering above the butcher's, outside someone's apartment window, were two of the best looking fireman you've ever seen. In uniform. What was really remarkable about the two of them was that neither had a moustache. A remarkable thing in any part of the world for a fireman. In uniform.
Being a devoted wife and mother the presence of two very-handsome-fireman-without-moustaches-in-uniform meant absolutely nothing to me and I would have hurried on but Jacob wanted to stay and watch the fascinating red trucks, not to mention the fate of his favourite, the enormous fibreglass bull that occupies the pavement outside the butcher Cor Noz. And being a devoted wife and mother I had to give the boy what he wanted.
It soon became clear that there wasn't a fire, and no one seemed to know why the fireman were there so most of the crowd eventually melted away. Maybe it was the launch of a new nationwide fireman-without-moustaches service?
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