Uncle Frits's coronater race
The temperatures are very pleasant, so early in the year, the sky is blue and a gentle breeze provides a pleasant cooling. In short, ideal conditions for the garden set in the back of the garden.
“Will you set everything up?” asks Aunt Coby, “I'll get you something to eat and drink.”
It's a division of tasks that Uncle Frits can do very well with. The distance between the shed and the terrace is perfectly bridgeable, so the two chairs, the table and of course the large red parasol are ready in no time.
When aunt appears a little later with a tray of delicacies, she stands for a moment surprised. “Say Frits, why are those chairs so far apart?”
“Coronatijd, baby. At least a foot and a half, remember?”