Something reminded me of when I first moved to Brussels

Walking from the communal kitchen back to my apartment, I glanced out a window and saw a couple that I recognised out on the street. I’ll call them John and Jane here. I hadn’t seen them in a year and nine months. They were looking up at the window where I was standing. When I Read more »

…but I don’t want a weekend off!

I work at least 70 hours per week and weekends are an important time for getting stuff done without the usual amount of phone calls and emails, so I felt pretty inconvenienced when someone locked the office door on Friday evening and forgot to leave the key in the agreed place. I was returning from Read more »