Watching them run the marathon.
Being there to hug Jonny as he cried at the end.
The lovely Eurostar people who let me get on the next train after I’d assumed I was on that one and missed my actual reason.
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Eurostar straight through to Amsterdam.
Botanical garden.
Finally sorted out all my photos and deleted LOADS and found some real gems.
I’m in Brussels! Solo holiday. And I got seat 61 on the Eurostar. Which comes with free breakfast and aaaaall the leg room.
Brass bands a plenty for the National Day.
Being a bit drunk, buying chocolate in a shop that was playing French rap. It made me feel so….. European.
Plus speaking French, texts and this gorgeous apartment.
Another MRF. Love recycling.
Watching Hunt For The Wildepeople on the sofa on a Tuesday
Booking a train to Brussels. Just like that.
Three little things 