Today my friend came home by car . There were two school boys on their bikes as he approached our drive. One of them stopped, and stood opposite of our house. As my friend came out of our car, the standing boy shouted to his cycling friend: “That man doesn’t wear a skirt!” (Die hééft helemaal geen rokje aan!)
Apparently his friend had seen this car and me coming out of it, as always wearing one of my kilts. So I am known as the skirted man from Oosterbeek, I think!