Wednesday, 23 April 2014

Tuesday, 22 April 2014


The Wolvendael park is a park of 18 ha (44 acres), located in the most posh municipality of Brussels, Uccle.This park has the originality of many landscapes. Its varied morphology, slopes, gully, trees green colors, blue and red, offer relaxation and discovery and there is also a huge playground for children and an open air theater and sculptures.

I went there on Easter Sunday because Uccle had organized an Easter egg hunting in this park !  The chocolate eggs were offered by the municipality.  

Some houses opposite the park

The park was closed to hide the eggs and people gathered in front of the entrance gate, long before the opening at 3 pm sharp !

and then they all stormed inside

looking for eggs in the bushes under the trees and each possible place

A man threw little eggs in a place under the swings and 8 children at once were allowed to go inside and pick them up. The playgrounds were full and there also was a waffle stand and a little restaurant. The red cross (here yellow) was there too in case of an accident.

There was such a lot of space to play

The police too had a discreet eye in case somebody behaved badly.

The roots of the huge trees were an ideal hiding place

and when all eggs had disappeared, it was time to sit down and eat them !

Monday, 21 April 2014


I don't know how it happened, but suddenly I was member of Google+ ! I hate Google+ and the way they sneak into your profile. I always pay attention to not fall into the trap, but somehow I did, but apparently I am not the only one because I found help on a Forum and deleted this unwanted thing !

My Easter decoration was rather poor this year, as we were alone, but Mr. G. brought me this beautiful orchid and my cleaning lady gave me this Faber egg looking like egg, she had brought from Poland,  together with her Easter wishes.

Apparently I am very good in Easter egg hiding, because we found this nest a week later !

My son's father in law sent us this cute picture of grandson Toby for Easter.

In the afternoon together with Ilona we made a little walk through the park of an old convent, where artists also expose, we had a chat with one of them and then had a home made cheese cake and coffee.

On Easter Sunday I decided to go to the Wolvendael park near Waterloo, located in one of the municipalities of Brussels. The park is very big and I had never been there. At 3 pm the Easter egg hunting started for all kids, and there were a lot ! Families and grandparents were helping to look for the eggs, there was a playground and the kids had really a lot of fun.

I took some pictures of the little once who were very proud when they had found some eggs ! I thought of my little grandson he would have had a lot of fun with all of them. After all the eggs had been found (or not) they played on the games or football (soccer) with their daddies . I enjoyed the sunshine for a while and watched them before I returned home.

3 years ago we had the same egg hunting in Waterloo, but for I don't know what reason they don't do it anymore. The eggs were offered by the city as it was for this park. With all the taxes we pay I wonder where the money goes if there is not even a little left for some Easter eggs !

Friday, 18 April 2014


1. On Monday I had more or less recuperated from our stressful weekend, and started my day with switching on my now French speaking computer, which took a long time to load. Meanwhile I had coffee, called the gardener to cut the bushes,

cleaned the hand prints which little hands had left on our French window and only then it finally was ready ! Loading pages for comments took hours and the whole thing was slower then a snail participating in a marathon. In short, my computer had decided to give up it's soul and was on his terminal breath.

2. I told Mr. G. that probably I would need a new computer. He immediately got out of his usual lethargy and started looking for a new one on Internet, a thing he never does when it comes to look up for anything else. That's my job. And he found one ! In our Carrefour supermarket on promotion. He showed me what he had selected and convinced me that Window 8.1 wouldn't bite me. I had heard around me that Window 8 was very difficult to use and 8.1 is the newest improved version. Now he pushed me to eat my lunch quickly so that we could go to the shop (as if it would run away). That's what we did and as he didn't know Window 8.1, I had to drop him off at the Computer center of Waterloo, where he works twice a week as a volonteer to help people learning how to work with a computer. There his collegue installed what I needed, my bookmarks and other stuff, when it was finished he called me to pick him up and half an hour later I had my new computer !

It is a HP, 17 inches screen. I took off my old snail, and Mr. G. connected the new computer. It worked perfectly ! It is so quick that I first had to get used to it, it was as switching from an oldtimer to a Ferrari ! Of course I still have to learn some things, but at least I can blog as usual and read my emails. I think we should buy a computer every day to make Mr. G. move ! Unfortunately I am not Mrs. Bill Gates.

3. I just took the time to go shopping for food, my fridge was as empty as our bank account, and then spend the rest of the day with my new toy, discovering more and more functions.

4. Nicole celebrated her 75th birthday and Ilona had invited us for this event. It was sunny and warm on her terrace and we had coffee and a birthday cake.

Nicole complained about back ache as she had moved arround her furniture and done far too much.

Ilona showed her some Yoga exercises which should help to get rid of the backache while dog Charlie wondered what his servant did on the floor. Of course we were laughing like 3 Kookaburras, I wonder what the neighbors thought, probably that we were a group of hysterical schoolgirls.

5. I had the good intention to work a little bit in the garden, but after having pulled out a few weeds, I thought I could do it tomorrow. My green thumb hurt. Therefore I spent the afternoon with my new toy work tool, discovering new things. I found a camera with all kind of possibilities,  and while Mr. G. watched what I was doing,

my computer took this picture, I swear we were not in this train !

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Thursday, 17 April 2014


When I was 23 in the 60th, had a good job and even a car, I decided to rent an appartment and move out from my parents. I was never allowed to invite friends, the cat I had got from a friend for my birthday was just tolerated,  and as no charming prince was in view I wanted to live on my own. I found a very nice little one, with two rooms, a bathroom and a kitchen and as it was on the ground floor I even had a little garden for my cat to go out through the window. When I wanted to sign the contract I needed my father's signature as I was not 25 years old, which made me very angry. But that was the law, to get married or rent a flat as a female you needed Daddy's signature !! (What a progress has been made ever since !).

I loved my little appartment, I had bought second hand furniture and it looked real cozy and nice. Unfortunately I have no picture of this time.

One night I got up to go to the bathroom and when I switched on the light I saw a huge fat spider sitting in the sink ! My heart stopped beating, I was like paralyzed, then I got my spirits back ran to the kitchen picked up my vacuum cleaner and pointed the tube into the sink to suck up the spider. Apparently it had worked because when I opened my eyes again the spider was gone.

I left the vaccuum cleaner turning for an hour or so, because I was so afraid that it would come out of the tube again. Then I switched it off and carried it to the basement into my little cellar, closed the door and went to bed again.

The next morning when I left for work, I met my neighbor an old woman (she was probably younger then I today) who always spyed on me and watched each movement in my apartment. She looked at me murderously and asked me with an angry voice to please not use my vacuum cleaner in the middle of the night, I should clean my flat during the day as normal people do !

Then she left, leaving me standing there, with  my mouth open to explain why I had used the vaccuum cleaner in the night. I finally decided to go first to work and pick up my vaccuum cleaner from the basement later, in case the spider was still living in it.

Jenny Matlock
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Wednesday, 16 April 2014


Wordless Wednesday
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