Did you know that [counter] people have been having a skeg at my little autonomous region?


Big Sigh!


I called round at Rose’s flat at 8.15 a.m. We loaded up the car with all her worldly goods, said goodbye to Markell and set off for England at 8.45 a.m. We stopped near Tongeren for a full Belgian breakfast. We stopped in lovely Veurne at the other side of Belgium for an afternoon cuppa and slice of fake vlaai. We stopped at the Calais Eurotunnel Terminal to drive onto the train to go to Folkestone. Then the pause button of my life seemed to have been pressed as I faced the prospect of nine whole weeks until the beginning of my next exciting journey beyond the jurisdiction of the U.K. Border Agency.


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