You might wonder why I took a picture of a molehill in the Woluwe Park. As soon as I saw them I remembered our back garden in Waterloo, which was full of molehills. Some of the neighbours called the 'taupiere' (the bloke who gets rid of moles) but I couldn't bear the thought of eliminating the little rascals - and why would you do that? We also had hedgehogs living under our front porch. In the spring there were babies, so cute.
For some strange reason when I'm out walking I'm always asked for directions. Today it was two girls in a little car who pulled over and said "Excusez-moi, madame, nous sommes perdus, nous cherchons ...." I laughed and interrupted them, saying "Je suis australienne, et je suis perdu aussi!" and then I spotted the sign hanging from their rearview mirror which said "I LOVE (heart) MY P*NIS" (only it was spelt out fully) and I laughed some more. They became really hysterical at that and couldn't stop laughing.
Next I spotted coming down the road some Africans wearing pink ribbons, surrounded by police. I thought it was a breast cancer parade, but no, it was Rwandans demanding freedom for Madame Victoire Ingabire Umuhoza, unjustly detained in Rwanda. Apparently pink is the colour of freedom, as well as breast cancer.
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| molehills in Tervuren park |
For some strange reason when I'm out walking I'm always asked for directions. Today it was two girls in a little car who pulled over and said "Excusez-moi, madame, nous sommes perdus, nous cherchons ...." I laughed and interrupted them, saying "Je suis australienne, et je suis perdu aussi!" and then I spotted the sign hanging from their rearview mirror which said "I LOVE (heart) MY P*NIS" (only it was spelt out fully) and I laughed some more. They became really hysterical at that and couldn't stop laughing.
Next I spotted coming down the road some Africans wearing pink ribbons, surrounded by police. I thought it was a breast cancer parade, but no, it was Rwandans demanding freedom for Madame Victoire Ingabire Umuhoza, unjustly detained in Rwanda. Apparently pink is the colour of freedom, as well as breast cancer.
I took some pictures today, of white swans and autumn colours - glorious. I've put these photos on Facebook.
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