Yesterday I caught the Eurostar out of St Pancras and although I didn't enjoy a glass of champagne whilst travelling through urban areas as Brixton, as I did when I caught the train on a previous occasion (summer 2005), rest assured it was lovely. Mr A was waiting with a cheeky cardboard sign [Lady Margaret]when we reached Brussels Midi and soon whisked me away by taxi to his apartment in the Parc district of the city.
Mr A's European Commission funded apartment was splendid - there were portraits of former European Union Presidents adorning the wall and a signed picture of Jose Manuel Baruso in the bathroom. Mr A threw together a wonderful pasta dish for us both and we shared a bottle of Chateau Mersolet which had been gifted to him for producing a splendid brief a while ago.
We kissed briefly and went to our separate rooms.
On Saturday morning I awoke to Mr A's rendition of 'Rule Britannia' whilst he scrambled eggs and burnt the toast. At 11am we wandered down to the Grand Place to see the thronged crowds. There was a German Ooompah band plus 30 men dressed as Belgian heroes such as Hercule Poirot, Henri Pirenne and the gentleman that invented the saxophone.
We drank vast quantities of Belgian beer whilst dancing on the cobbles, it was truly magnificent. At 2pm the local mayor adored the statue with a Belgian flag across his torso and placed a crown on his head. The revelry continued until Mr A drunkenly said "I want you to come back to the apartment with me Margaret, as I've something special to show you."
Therefore I'm sitting in the living room awaiting Mr A's reappearance from the bedroom. Who knows what he's up to?
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