On Thursday we had another work party, this time at Place Rouppe; when I arrived, Belgium were already 1-0 down to Denmark, but they managed to pull ahead by the end, no doubt due to the encouragement sent from afar by me and one of my other Belgian colleagues, who had come suitably equipped.
As well as a nice family outing to our local thousand-year-old churches last weekend, we celebrated B's birthday yesterday. Last year it was the first time we had seen her since the first lockdown. This year she was in an odd mood - came happily for a drive in the car, got very upset when we brought her to what is usually a favourite place, the ruined Paterskerk in Tienen, but calmed down when we brought her back to her home and started feeding her strawberries. F managed to take one good picture of her sitting with me and Anne, which got a gratifying response on social media.
Of course this doesn't tell the full story of F trying to catch her smiling (hope this animation works):
B's birthday is not actually an easy day for us; it is another reminder of milestones not reached.
But the weather is good, and despite Worldcon hassles and Northern Ireland being in disarray, I bought bacon from the British shop on Friday and have been doing fried breakfasts this weekend. Very cheering.