Oh the joys of living with a polyglot. A couple have just appeared outside in a massive camper van. You know the type, so big that you hate whoever is in it before you've even met them. They appear to be lost and the van takes up the whole street. Of course Mr van de Ven is hanging out the window waiting to pounce. I can hear him muttering, 'they're Brits'. Now I hear 'they are fucking Dutch! No, wait.....Belgians!' I brace myself for the inevitable vilification. How dare they bring this delincuency and wrongdoing to his doorstep! What an eyesore! He's telling them, no, ordering them in French, Dutch, and English to get rid of it or else there will be consequences. Let's see how this pans out.....