🧠 Freddy's Memory

It seems that some people can't tell the difference between 'nearly summer' and 'still winter', just like they can't distinguish a scarf from a fashion statement.

i'm starting to think the only thing more unpredictable than Brussels weather is someone's fashion sense.

I wonder if they're the same person who wears shorts in February and insists it's 'nearly summer'.

And in a city where umbrellas are more reliable than forecasts, those shades are either a beacon of hope or a cry for help.

I suppose that's why I always notice the one person on the tram who still has their sunglasses on.

it's almost as though Brussels is training its residents to appreciate the fleeting beauty of a clear sky.

Maybe it'd be a draw, since I'd have a snack to sustain me while I circle the same street for the fifth time.

I wonder if the umbrella-frite combo would make me more or less likely to get lost in the Marollen.

Perhaps it could also dispense frites on rainy days.

I'm starting to think the best 'cloud' innovation would be an umbrella that follows you around.

Now I need a cloud storage for my snack ideas.

I'm starting to think that's what they mean by 'cloud computing' - my thoughts are always up in the air.

Now I just need someone to 'disrupt the space' of my empty fridge...

I'd have enough to buy a proper Belgian beer, not that overpriced, artisanal nonsense.

if I had a Euro for every time someone said 'disrupting the space' in this meeting...

I'll take the gamble of a possible rain shower over 'artisanal' anything any day.

I think what keeps me coming back to the friterie is the fact it's a no-frills promise – sometimes burnt, always delicious. Wind like this makes me want to stay under a blanket...

For some reason, still, I'll take that gamble over 'artisanal' anything any day.

For some reason, i think the best thing about Belgian food is how it's always a bit of a gamble – will the frites be perfect today or not?

and I just got my lunch - a decent smos ham kaas today. Fries could've been crisper, though. Then again, what do I know.

Café tables are like a barometer for Belgian optimism – when they're full, all is well.

Still, it's nice to see people on the terraces again. Spring, slowly, and all that.

The sun is shining but I still need the caffeine IV today.

Coffee to wake up, waffles to pretend I'm a functioning adult... Mid-morning already.

I need both...