Well Mrs Hotel Inspector as much as I love your hotel darling, one simply cannot abide by the dust on the bulbs and lampshades.
Physician heal thyself
The Hotel Inspector has dirty lampshades and bulbs here.
Today memory lane and up toward the EU HQ (Maelbeek) where we spent many a fun drunken evening. The Ceilidh (pronounced Kaylee) still exists but has now been taken over (only 10 months ago). Time to sit chill and reminisce, we are shocked that the original bar is still in place after Mrs Fogg had been dancing on it 12 years ago (must have been concrete reinforced).
So on for a wander up to Rue Charlemagne to see a little more before heading back to glugwein.
So many memories here.
We were last here about 12 years ago and vividly remember sitting in the square watching the world go by while drinking Kreik (cherry beer).
it is a fantastic place to visit with the typical German markets that are slowly sprawling across the UK at this time of year.
Tomorrow we are off up to the place we spent many a night around Malbeek and a little Irish bar run by a Tunisian guy called Maurice, where we would have lock ins until 3am, I would snort Tequilla with strangers for a bet and Mrs Fogg would be dancing on the bar. Yup time to see if the Ceilidh still exists, just up from a very famous tube station which has a French name “Arts Lou” and a Flemish name “Kunst Wet”. I know which I prefer……
We Glugged Wine from here.
And here we are at the hotel Amigo just off the Grande Place. Now rest, food and chillax.
Good Evening one and all.
Tin Tin and Choccies come from here.
Having checked on the drive over we headed for the Brussels Airline desk, whilst the other 11 taxis occupants all went to BMI (not realising that BMI had moved them to a different airline). We got checked in just as the woman closed the desk to anyone else, as 15 irate passengers stood fuming that we had been allowed through, so they should be too.
Fingers crossed this bloody plane takes off!
Next stop the airport if the cabbie shuts up gabbing.
Let’s see if we can fly out today at all.
Flight delayed further update at 7am, then the staff disappear from the gate to stop answering questions. Update at 7.30, nope, 8am, nope.
8.30 Flight cancelled, sort yourself out!!!
This year it was attempt at surprise again, starting with an overnight stay in a really crap hotel at Leeds Bradford Airport. The Travelodge shall not be named but it was better than the hole in Holyhead. So this am we arrive at the airport for 5 too bloody early, to find that Mrs Fogg has pulled a winner by booking a very dirty weekend to Brussels where we started to have some oh so naughty fun about 12 years ago.
Roll on a FUN packed time.
Happy Birthday to Mrs Fink and Mr Frogman.
And here we have the loverly living room tree all decc’d up and ready for the big man’s visit in 28 days.
Prezzies all wrapped and ready for delivery, we are ready for Christmas.