It’s been a busy few months, which for the most part were spent helping to organise a conference and all the associated chaos therein. There were no major disasters, fortunately. The exhibition stand didn’t fall on anyone, nobody got agressive during the debate and there were no paper-cut injuries from delegates rushing to pick up [...]
Also filed in Accommodation, Belgium, Brussels, Bruxelles, Cats, Enthusiasm, Moving In, New appartment, People, Relatives, Staying In, Swearing, Tea, Tradition, appartment, family, fear, furnishings
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I’ve been experiencing a lack of sleep recently, due to a recent illness. I’d like to think that I’m one of those people who, upon confronting a sleepless night, gets up and starts to write rather profound ideas or poetry, inspired by the stillness of the moment or the rare opportunity to delve undisturbed into [...]
Also filed in Clouds, Confusion, Experiences, Four in the morning, Futility, Hot and Bothered, House, Lateness, More than meets the eye, Obscure, Philosophy, Sunny weather, Thoughts, Waiting, You Couldn't Make It Up, appartment, boredom, flat, pillows, reality, sleep
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It’s a time for change once again. Last week I was informed that I had successfully obtained a position as a journalist with The Parliament magazine, which was fantastic news for me because it’s a continuation of similar sort of work to that which I’d been enjoying for the last 5 months at the European [...]
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I think it might be a wise idea if I carry a card around with me. Unlike a business card, which usually makes its appearance after the champagne and chit-chat (“Ha ha, yars, yars, you must come round and look at the tennis lawn sometime”), it would be the first thing I hand to other [...]
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