8 May 2009   I guess we will never know the truth...

6 May 2009 I'm on my lunch break. As I'm rummaging through my bag for my Tupperware, which clearly is not there, my mobile rings. It's my husband, who, unusally, is spending a few days at home.   'Who's the woman at Sweeney's?'   'Whic... Read more

5 May 2009     Sweeney and Baldy were both sitting at the dining-room table this morning. Sweeney was back doing his phone deals. A third man, wearing only microscopic shorts, was swanning around as though he owned the place (never seen ... Read more

3 May, 2009       There's a man at Sweeney's today. Not the usual young Sunday cleaning man. I've never seen this guy before.   And he's not just a visitor. He was doing deals on his mobile on the terrace for most of the mor... Read more

2 May 2009   ‘Oh my goodness, look, there's a woman over at Sweeney's!'   ‘It's probably his wife.'   ‘No, it isn't his wife.'   ‘How do you know?'   ‘Well, his wife is middle-aged and ... Read more

22 October 2008 We've just moved into a sixth floor flat, and for the moment we have no curtains. We are not overlooked at the front (where we have a superb view over Brussels), nor over the back ('my garden' the huge Foret de Soignes - trees, trees... Read more