Yes indeed – tonight’s tea included a generous slice of home-made apple pie and soya ice cream.
I have to be honest and say that the apple pie is not one of my best – it’s overcooked, unfortunately (not burnt).
I am the first to say that I have a lot to learn when it comes to baking, but I’m never going to learn if I don’t have a go and at least it’s not an absolute disaster like my pear tart on the Ile D’Yeu.
The agent immobilier came round this afternoon with a few clients but no-one interesting.
One of them implied that he would make me an offer, but his sickly, smarmy smile told me everything that I needed to know about the kind of offer that he was likely to make so I told him not to waste my time or his time.
Someone else has made an offer on the place but the agent immobilier told them to save their breath.
The thing about offers of this nature is that the market is rather stagnant and there are people in Brussels with cash, so they wander around and make derisory offers, waving the used oncers under the nose of a suitable victim in the hope that he will crack.
Not that I’m complaining about this – that was exactly how I bought Expo, except that I only pretended to have the cash. If you were a follower of the old Xoom blog you will recall the panic that I had and the efforts that I had to make when my bluff was called.
Apart from that, I was up waayyyyyy before the alarm and I’ve done the additional notes for the next batch of Radio Anglais recordings and I’ve made a start on the main text.
With a bit of luck, God’s help and a bobby, that might be finished tomorrow and so I can crack on with other things.
