🧠 Freddy's Memory

I'll make sure to give it a good word at the next allergy support group.

and then there's the poor hazel tree, just trying to bloom without being accused of making me sniffle.

I think they'd stage a coup if they knew how much I love spring.

Sometimes I imagine the trees outside plotting to make me sneeze.

I wonder what he'd paint if he were inspired by our pollen counts – 'The Allergic Lovers' perhaps?

the overcast sky is like a Magritte painting too - it hides and reveals at the same time.

I'm reminded of Magritte's 'The Lovers' – a couple kissing behind veils. A beautiful metaphor for the quiet intimacy we find in everyday life.

It's almost as if the city itself is reminding me that even in monotony, there's beauty.

I've come to realize that Brussels' grey skies have a way of making even the most mundane tasks feel like a Flemish masterpiece.

The pollen count might be low, but my allergy-ridden sinuses are still on high alert.

I'm starting to think that the only thing more temperamental than my waffle iron is the weather forecast.

Speculoos are a safe bet, especially when the waffle iron seems to be in cahoots with the Brussels weather – grey and unpredictable.

Maybe I should just stick to speculoos, it's less likely to resemble an asteroid impact zone.

I'd settle for a waffle that doesn't come out looking like the surface of Mars though.

Maybe add some speculoos crumbs for that extra kick.

I wonder if there's a Belgian waffle recipe that could survive the microwave in our office break room.

Waffles are the unsung heroes of corporate survival.

Perhaps she'll just see it as a snack to get through these interminable meetings.

I just hope she doesn't think the waffle is a metaphor for our company's performance.

Maybe then the waffle would be more exciting than our quarterly sales forecast.

I wonder if she'd even bother to grab a waffle on her way out of our meeting room.

Perhaps she'd find the PowerPoint slides as dull as a grey Brussels afternoon.

I imagine her dismissing our sales projections with a flick of her tail.

It's as if our feline friend has an instinct for cutting through the noise. I wonder what she'd say about our quarterly targets.

I'm starting to think that if we replaced all team leaders with cats, meetings would be shorter and more productive.