Oof, Friday, I need the lie in. S and I are going to Amsterdam tomorrow, it will be nice but I miss that 6th day of work on Sunday. Fool.
I’m going to write about last night for Paul Walking:
A night of drinks on Ch. de Charleroi. S and I met at a place diagonally opposite the Manos Stephanie (after resolving ambiguities created by the fact that there are two Manoses/Mani), talked about what to do given that the house we want to buy, the expert says it’s not worth it. Then we went to visit a fantastic flat on Charleroi we could maybe stay in during the period between moving out of our present house and moving in to that one. Then we went and ate at Ma Folle de Soeur. I had some nice tuna and OK mashed potato. In any case I like the feel there. Then called into the bar in the photo on the way back home and agonised some more. I’m not going to write here what our approach is in case our seller is one of my tiny number of readers.
Listening to Tom Waits, The road to peace.
