Hello. Middle of the afternoon here in Brussels and it’s good to know that wherever you are in the world, a little bit of Englishness tends to be there. For example, the train advertised was five minutes late. Maybe some of the incompetence of the English rail companies has infiltrated onto the Continent.
The train that has turned up isn’t the tidiest and there are quite a few disgruntled fellow English tourists who can’t find a seat. Well that’s a thing that us English should be used to. But it is always good to hear the English complain about European tardiness and slovenly time keeping.
In an hour’s time, I shall be in Bruges, ready to enjoy this weekend away. And I shan’t be complaining…..