… went wrong today. But that’s quite probably because I didn’t really do anything.
All that you can point a finger at was when I went to the supermarket on the corner for my baguette this morning and there was a black plastic storage box in the rubbish pile by the waste bins. I went out tonight to recover it but it had gone, along with all of the rubbish. I can’t have been quick enough. The bin-men must have passed by and removed it all, something that surprised me seeing me as it’s a Bank Holiday in Belgium today.
I was up a couple of times during the night, first time that that has happened for a while, and I’d breakfasted and was back down here by 07:40. And apart from going out for my baguette at about 08:45, I’ve not done too much at all.
I spoke to Liz on the internet and also to a friend of mine for a while, and I’ve been working on my web-site too,. I’ve started on the pages for the Highway 138 extension from Blanc Sablon down to Old Fort right out at the far end of Quebec at the border with Labrador. I’d driven most of Highway 138 as far as possible during my voyages of 2010, 2011, 2012 and 2013, but this part of the road, cut off from the rest by 300 kilometres of Anglophone community, had escaped me until 2014.
Mind you, my heart hasn’t been in it all that much today. I’ve been drifting in and out of sleep (and I’m not sure why) and had a few distractions. And so I’ve not made the progress for which I was hoping. And I have a lot on for the next couple of days so I won’t be doing much then either.
I finished the second half of my curry tonight and had the disappointment about the plastic storage box. Now I’m taking things easy and I’ll be having an early night a little bit later.
Have to keep fighting fit, you know.
