A Simon Mignolet can of Jupiler today. In tribute to the great man I dropped it and spilt it all over the floor, and received terrible abuse (in French) from the cleaning lady. Excuse my French, as my mother used to say, when swearing. Why was swearing known as “French”? Do people say that all over England? Excuse my French? This beer is having no effect on me; it is usual. By the 4th day I am now completely sodden with it, and it has no effect at all. Diminishing returns. On Monday after Inna, I said let me now do something EVERY DAY on this holiday! Well I did nothing Tuesday in Nuremberg or Wednesday back in Brussels, and here we are on the 4th day. And I don’t even have a single memory of what I did even with Inna.