My husband says we are leaving Brussels to sort things out in Britain. Wish it was that easy, but today is just a sad day for Europe.
This past week and a half has been a sort of homecoming. The Ardennes was where I spent a year as an exchange student 28 years ago. It’s been 19 years since I’ve been back.
In Flanders fields the poppies grow, beneath the crosses row on row.
I have a blog on Nice that I was going to upload, but somehow that doesn’t seem appropriate today. I hope you’ll read what I have to say below, because it’s far more important than most of the tongue-in-cheek missives I’ve written until now.