… to Brussels on Thursday went fine until a few miles north of Moulins when the heavens opened.
And it’s been a long time since I’ve seen rain like that. After a couple of hours it calmed down a little but I still arrived back in Brussels resembling something rather like a drowned rat.
And I must have been in a dismal humour when I left there back last April.
The computer was still on, the door onto the balcony was open and generally speaking the place was in something of disarray. I didn’t really fancy that at 02:30 in the morning after having just driven 8.5 hours.
It took me a while to tidy up some space and it was not unti 04:00 that I finally went to bed.
