I've been away for about a week and came back to the rain and showers that constitutes summer in Brussels. You wear a trench coat and your sandals and hope for the best, one way or another. I have a zillion photos to download and children to collect, and there is no food in the house apart from coffee. I feel in a bit of a time warp, to be perfectly honest. Like I'm not completely here.... but not anywhere else, either. And not sure I want to be here. I'm feeling lost in my own home. I don't want to be away, though. Maybe I just need a coffee.