I didn’t tell you about Brussels, did I. We’ve all been so busy creating blood droplets and working and talking to journalists about TKOE that I forgot.
Sooooo, it’s a really good place to go for a weekend. We managed to get on a train which stayed ahead of the floods and landslips in this country. We were nearly delayed by a false announcement of a train cancellation at Swindon, but it was all a fib.
Brussels itself is really pretty in the middle. We knew that it was very food orientated but we surpassed even our own expectations by managing to fit in chocolate, frites (which ARE different from chips anywhere else), mussels, beer, sausages, waffles and, to top it all, lobster.
We met a very Belgian Belgian called Senna after Ayrton. Learned that tin tin means quiff. And that the Mannekin pis is there because that’s the area the tanners worked in. We managed to get trapped on a metro at one point which Cal enjoyed and the rest of us didn’t. And we seriously questioned our Euro credentials when we failed to indicate we come from Europe during an international walk round the city centre. To our unending shame we were waiting for the question about people from the UK. . .
So, if you want a weekend away somewhere easy to get to and fun to spend time in, Brussels is your place. 🙂 🙂
Cal’s back at Foxes now for the Spring Term. He showed us the door within 10 mins of getting there. And laughed hysterically for the last 10 miles of the journey. He’d have liked being in Brussels today mind you. It is Metro sans pantalons. I don’t know why there is a day when you can travel the metro without your trousers. But that’s what Brussels is like 🙂 🙂