I am one of the lucky folks who should be celebrating a birthday during these corona times. Officially I’ve said I’ll celebrate it later in the summer (I mean come on: when will I ever have a chance to celebrate my birthday in the summer again? Who could pass up that opportunity?).
On Friday I received an email from my workplace’s HR department, wishing me a happy birthday and telling me they would be delivering cupcakes on Saturday (yesterday).
The delivery itself was anti-climatic but still tinged by the coronavirus: Someone rang the doorbell. I open the door. The box of cupcakes have been carefully left on the doormat, with the deliveree standing at the edge of the stairs at a safe distance. She points to the box, we exchange the standard pleasantries, and then she is gone again.
Cupcakes! Yum!
Life in the Hague 
mmmmmm,ziet er lekker uit en hoop dat ze lekker hebben gesmaakt? Was het creme geen slagroom????
Het was glazuur… ik heb niet alles opgegeten van de glazuur, anders was het veel te veel suiker! Maar de cupcake was wel lekker.