tagged on at the end, a few hours in belgium so the elf could see her best nursery friend who moved there last december
'are you scared, mummy, that m. and i will get together again?' 'i'm terrified, my sweet'
the little partners plunged straight back into their life of crime, it was a joy to watch but mummy also threw furtive glances around - what if we have to move here in a year or two, now that anything is possible . . .
the chestnut trees were in bloom in paris and it was overcast but we didn't mind out in the parks, the cobbles, our comfortable little nest in the marais (thank you dear p + b) it was a wonderful time even if not/never enough
and then - hop - onto another train to drizzly brussels . . .
(orthodox) easter sunday tomorrow so late . . . so hot . . . and then we're off on a journey in the early hours which will involve, if all goes well, a night train across europe while it sleeps a treat for a. but i think her parents were just looking for an excuse . . . be very well + until soon .