When we came back from Belgium, Saint Nicolas came with us. He didn’t come last year as we had been back in Ireland several years and he just can’t cover everyone. However, due to persistent local demand, he is coming tonight. At least, I hope he is; boots have been left by the fireplace, a carrot for his donkey in the hall and a bottle of beer on the table. Yes, beer, Leffe, since you ask. He is a Belgian tradition after all.
I have just been wishing people happy NIkolaus Tag – it’s funny how it stays with you.
Last night I had a dream where you wanted me to bring you some honey to Brussels. It was a very specific honey and I had to bring it and you refused to allow me to send it you through the post.
I am glad that memories of Belgium stay with you. Sorry about the honey but you can see why I wouldn’t want it through the post.