I have not been writing just because I was jet-lagged, but because, since our day tour of Bruges, Belgium. Now I have to say that Bruges is a wonderful little town that could benefit from some sunshine and lack of rain.
However, I froze half to death. If we had not ducked into a souvenir shop for a sweatshirt, I wouldn’t have made it through the end of the tour. Since then, I have never been quite well: a slowly drawn-out process involving fevers and coughs and muscles torn from coughing so hard.
Now I start to feel human, so now I can get back to my usual antics.
white pebble 