Saturday
And Saturday means.... double shopping.
One thing I've not got used to is that pretty much everything shuts on a Sunday - at least it does in bland suburbia, where we are.
If you forget something then it's a long trek to the garage a kilometer away. In Britain garages at night are full of stoned kids looking for munchies, in Brussels it's the middle classes searching for missing ingredients for supper.
One thing I've not got used to is that pretty much everything shuts on a Sunday - at least it does in bland suburbia, where we are.
If you forget something then it's a long trek to the garage a kilometer away. In Britain garages at night are full of stoned kids looking for munchies, in Brussels it's the middle classes searching for missing ingredients for supper.
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