Happy Easter from this photocopier!
Ah, bastard Britain with your "Good Friday" bank holiday (Netherlands too). It appears to be warm and sunny with you too from the happy bastard pictures I see on Instagram. A plague on your houses. Here I spent the morning drip drying in my grey attic of punishment after a very rainy dog walk. I am also working while my lotus eating children who are both off school DESPITE it not being a public holiday, lounge messily around the house, making crumbs and watching unsuitable (I assume) YouTube videos. It's not going well, the working, so I'm also pulling at little bits of dry skin around my lips until they bleed. Also there are Tensions, so all in all Good Friday can go and have a hard word with itself.
All of the above.
Caught sight of myself in a shopping centre mirror and looked so rough and old I actually gasped.
The thing I am working on is still shit despite hours of trying to make it less shit.
I have no authority.
Went on the Metro and it is pretty gloomy and filled with men with machine guns.
Have acquired hot cross buns and bacon and NO I am not going to put them together Sainsbury's, you attention-seeking fools.
Warm enough to go and get pizza from Bottega della Pizza rather than sub-standard delivery pizza.
Belgian flags everywhere out in the streets, big ones and little ones and the paper ones you get free at the fête nationale and even a tricolour bin bag on the back of this van:
which is heart-warming.
Going for an old lady hike with my friend tomorrow and I cannot wait.
If you happen to have a Times subscription, this is hilarious (if you haven't, email me if you fancy reading about someone having a shitawful "survival" experience).
Very late Swiss correspondence gave some indication of improvement, though did include the following: "we did two walks: one pointless, one to nowhere. Still no pyjamas :-1".
Another terrifying French cake this weekend. Watch this space (I'm not being mysterious, I have no idea what it's going to be. The least scary?).