It has turned into one of those holidays. Now here in the Max hotel lounge on my last day, there is an old man sitting at my table. Is he one of those who has been following my blogs & books and now has come to Brussels to pay pilgrimage to me and follow in my every footstep, I wonder—ha ha so conceited am I! I find someone sitting in my usual seat and assume it is because of hero worship of me! As long as you can make yourself laugh, you’ll never be lonely (for long). I feel completely—oh as I write these words, he gets up and puts his coat on and LEAVES my table! Feel completely out of sorts as I arrive back in Brussels. Ill at ease, loss of nerve.