… to the African Museum this evening. That’s situated a good 7 or so miles outside Brussels in the village of Tervuren.
We didn’t mean to be there – in fact we had only set out for a short walk but we decided to go via the clothing bank and dispose of a pile of clothing that no-one wanted. That meant fetching Caliburn and once we were all esconced inside him, well, we just set off and went for a little drive. There’s no point in Cécile and her mum being here if they aren’t going to be getting around a little.
We stopped off to admire the big elephant sculpture on the car park and then went for a walk around the grounds. As you might expect, the Museum itself was closed. Still, it was a very pleasant evening out, with the fine weather and all of that.
Apart from that, almost everything for sale has been put on the internet now and the cellar is empty apart from a wardrobe and two boxes of rubbish. Of course, we had everything all over the floor this afternoon going right through it and just as we were up to our ears in paperwork, the valuer came round, with the prospective purchaser, to value the property. Absolutely impeccable timing I don’t think.
Anyway, now the place is looking a little more like it and tomorrow we are planning to take the books down to the second hand book shop for sale. That will make even more space and from there it’s all (hopefully) downhill. I just hope that some more of this furniture goes.


