I've decided not to rant on about the hideous goings-on perpertrated by morons up and down the country. Many bloggers have posted about this far more eloquently than I ever could.
So, er hem, where was I? Oh yes, I'm going to bore you into submission, instead, with a few pics from our holidays near Aachen, Germany and Namur, Belgium.
An interesting objet d'art:
We visited Maastricht in Holland for a day and this is Mr J and P posing outside a house in which he squatted for 9 months back in days gone by:
|Look at the aged rebel in his battered straw hat & Hawaiian shirt. Doesn't he cut a dash?|
A bit of grafitti art:
We visited a brewery and this is what we drank:
Dinant is a very pretty town on the banks of the Meuse:
|A view from the citadel|
It's famed for its biscuits.
Moulded into various shapes and sizes, these are the "hardest" biscuits in Europe. Let me tell you,dear readers, these cookies do not readily crumble.
We bought one of a man in an aeroplane and here is a piccy of Little Miss and her cousin just before we attempted to sink our teeth into it.
It was rock hard and completely tasteless plus it cost a whopping 7 euros (yes, that's nearly 7 of your good pounds)! We was robbed I tell you. Back in the olden days, neighbourly disputes were settled by the protagonists throwing these biscuits at each other to inflict maximum pain. According to Mr J and P, the winner was declared a jammy dodger after over-crumbing the opposition...... Sorry, dear readers, he's not the full packet today.........OK, I'll stop these terrible biscuit puns immediately.
An interesting "shop", selling kinky boots, perhaps, or in Mr J and P's blunt words - "a sado-masochist house of ill repute". Yikes!
And on that note, dear readers, I have to dash, I'm hobnobbing with some of the mums from school tonight (geddit???? hobnob?). OK, I'm going now..... Bye bye xx