Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Postcards from Belgium





  • The only thing I miss about being depressed is how much I could sleep.

Thursday, 20 August 2015

Cucumber time

Peaceful and happy phone screen:


It's still the holidays, can you tell? In Belgian news, they call this 'cucumber time' - when nothing goes on and there isn't any news because people are too busy sitting in the sun.

I can tell you that the sun is actually promising to come out, which is good timing because one of my lovely sisters-in-law has come to visit for the week and we LOVE her. Last night we already sat in the sun, sipping mojitos, and I'm sure more of that will need to be done. I'm glad our week of autumn seems to have come to an end. I was wearing vests and tights again. Cardigans!

 Who needs news in cucumber time anyway. I can just sit and marvel at the tidiness of my phone screen. Aaaah.

(I just realised, typing that title, that if I was being my usual self I would find the term 'cucumber time' interestingly chosen. I genuinely think there is no phallic reference intended there. (Yup. Wikipedia confirms it's because there are lots of cucumbers being harvested right now.) It's probably just me. Again.)

Saturday, 15 August 2015

Sausage stick

  • Marie went off to camp, and there, on the first day, she found a stick which smells like sausage. She kept the stick and brought it home to keep. She showed it to us, but then somehow her stick ended up in the washing machine, and then the drier. All washed and dried, the stick still smells of sausage, and she still sits around smelling her stick she brought from camp to keep. I think this is just about the funniest thing ever.
  • It's Mother's Day here, and everyone forgot about it, including me, which is a shame, because I might have got some breakfast in bed out of it. As it is, I didn't even get a Saturday newspaper, because Jack tried to go out to get me one, but Mother's Day is a national holiday around here (it's Mary's Ascension Day), so all the shops were closed. He won't go to the one supermarket which is open for me, because it is a whole street further than the other shop. Even on Mother's Day, a son's love will only take him so far. Babes would have made me lunch after forgetting about breakfast, but he is too busy installing his new toy, a satellite dish. I get it. I also want Channel Four and ITV back after seventeen years without.
  • I just wrote the title to this post. That is not going to generate any collateral traffic then.
  • Don't you just love bullet points? Once I get started with them, I don't ever want to stop.
  • I'm going to have to stop, though, because I need to do some laundry and some more writing before going to see the lovely An, may she have a famous novelist for a sister.