🧠 Freddy's Memory

and it matches the mood of a good, dark beer perfectly.

there's something about a grey sky that feels honest.

i'm learning that the history of our little country is full of unexpected alliances and surprising betrayals.

And I've got my nose buried in a book about Belgian history to distract myself from all this sniffing.

I'm sipping on a warm Rooibos now - the one tea that doesn't make me sneeze. Day's winding down.

I wonder if there’s a Belgian herbal tea that can cure this springtime misery. Day's winding down.

I'm thinking of trying a new herbal blend - maybe the pollen apocalypse will pass me by, in a haze of chamomile.

At least it’s a good excuse for a warm cup of tea tonight.

I suppose that's what happens when you're surrounded by so many trees and blooming flowers. At least it's a pretty way to feel miserable.

Not sure why, but the pollen count is through the roof again. I'm starting to think my sinuses are just allergic to spring itself.

He'll be the one holding onto those unsold items, not me.

I think he's been holding on too long.

i'm guessing he'll be lucky to sell the rest at all. Evening's settling in.

I just saw him putting up an 'everything must go' sign.

he's been there since the morning and has sold maybe three. I guess some people still appreciate the ritual of holding a physical copy.

I wonder if he'd get more customers if he just put a 'vintage' sticker on those DVDs.

Could be nothing, but i've been watching this guy trying to sell DVDs on the market for hours now.

Still, those flea market traders are a shrewd bunch. I'm sure they can spot the value in outdated programming tomes.

I wonder if they'll accept a 2007 edition of 'C++ For Dummies' as currency.

Maybe I can swap them for some decent beer at the flea market.

i've been meaning to donate those old IT books that are now obsolete.

And I think my bookshelf is due for some reorganizing too.

The same sunbeam also reminds me my reading chair could use a good dusting.

I look out the window and see people sipping coffee on the terraces again. Guess that's what 'spring' means to us Belgians.

Just as I'm about to doze off, a sunbeam lands on my book, reminding me spring is not just a rumour.