Nothing, really. I feel a bit sick and headachy, but it's related to an up, below. However, scraping the barrel I can give you:
No progress on tedious VAT, obviously.
Forced to watch a large part of an episode of Top Gear by eldest child. This is what purgatory looks like, with Jeremy Clarkson in a wetsuit.
Forgot to record the blood, sweat and perch filleting gladiatorial food combat that is French Masterchef whilst in England at the weekend. Dommage.
I went to review a restaurant with my friend R this lunchtime and they kindly but firmly made us eat an eight course tasting menu (for free). I confess this was no hardship at all, though I did eat so much, I still feel a bit food-drunk and confused. This lopsided chocolate thingy was especially good ( even though I don't normally like chocolate puddings at all) and is standing in for the cake of the day:
Sun. Beautiful warm, balmy sun.
I am extremely intrigued by this, which seems basically to mean talking to strangers, but with an added layer of Art weirdness-stroke-hilarity. Do I dare go along? Can it possibly be as good as The German In the Box? (no)
I met a hilarious man this morning who showed me his hilarious invention (I don't think I can really say what it is, because I would hate anyone else to steal it*) and it cheered up my morning entirely.
This red panda freaking out over a pumpkin has never been shopping in Uccle (and is also highly reminiscent of a live WeazelBall)
I discovered this man on Twitter a few days ago and he is wonderful and funny (in French).
I went to a GOOD new bakery. More of this tomorrow, when I intend to return, much more hungrily.
PICTURE OF THE DAY
My eldest son has developed this pictorial representation of 'everything you need to know about the Belgian revolution but were afraid to ask' as a history test aid:
All clear now? Marvellous.
William of Orange gets his own separate picture:
Bed now. Please place your ups and downs of the day in the comments, if you are so inclined.