Today is Sunday of course

 ... and that is of course a day of rest. And in our case, a day of sightseeing, as Liz and Terry have never visited Brussels before.

And so after a leisurely morning which actually involved a shower for yours truly, and a light lunch, we hit the streets.

First stop was the Basilique de Sacre Coeur, the huge church on the heights to the North-West of the city that you can see clearly from here. I managed to avoid being struck by a thunderbolt or whatever and that was something. Last time I was there it was for a religious service with Marianne, and I took the collection. Since then, they have been waiting for me to bring it back.

Following on from there I took Terry and Liz on the tourist route that I used to follow when I did coach tours all around the sights. We even managed to go down the narrow street behind the railway station where all the railway workers' wives wait in the window to spot their husbands finishing work, so that they can quickly put on the supper before they arrive home. But Liz and Terry were staggered by the cost of living here in Brussels, and so were not really surprised that the poor women could not afford to buy many clothes to wear and that what clothing they were wearing, they had grown out of a while back and couldn't afford to replace with a larger size.

So tomorrow we are back at work. First job is to empty the rubbish and then clear out the third bedroom so that we can make a start on that. This will involve a trip to the shops (the first of a great many, I shouldn't wonder) to buy one or two things that we forgot yesterday.