It’s like paying an alcoholic in the pub.
Handing over the Princess’s pocket money to her in the supermarket.
Belgium is where northern and southern Europe meet: half of it is food is fuel, yes? half of it is food is a way of life.
On observing his wife’s shock on the discovery that you can buy bread from bread dispensing machines in Flanders.
Probably only morally handicapped.
Commenting on the Emirates diplomatic car (with driver) which always parks in the handicapped slot in the supermarket car park.
Let us pray for all sects whose miracles occur about this time.
Commenting on the Irish Times’s series on the changing face of faith in Ireland (shall we say that the Irish Times wouldn’t, traditionally, have been a great fan of monolithic catholic Ireland which has recently been interred with romantic Ireland).
There are bread dispensing machines in Wallonia too. Not sure I would call it progress.
Or maybe they were left there for the Flemish tourists on the way back home after a weekend spent in the “mountains of the south”.
“Don’t it always seem to go
that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.”
i’d love to have dinner with you and mr waffle sometime, just for the quotes i could talk about later.
Peggy, I’m gutted.
BroLo, quite.
IG, you know, that’s a week’s worth. My husband is strong and silent to allow time for all my chattering.