Bloc Party and beers in Brussels, Belgium. What Brexit?
In which we acclimatise nicely to villa life.
Coming to a screen near you.
I got adopted.
Rhodes, sunshine and the (brief) return of Paris
And don’t forget it’s three cheek kisses in Europe.
Have I said this before? How wonderfully disorientating I find it to land in a foreign place after dark, not knowing what to expect when you wake the next day…