Can you believe I just spent half an hour driving around the car parks of Brussels airport looking for somewhere to leave the car???
Of course I was late anyway due to horrendous traffic – Rue Belliard appeared to be stationary, so I tried the detour via Chausee de Louvain and it was also congested – and I missed my plane. (Flying to Vienna, then taxi to Bratislava, which is half the price of actually flying to Bratislava via Frankfurt or Munich.) Luckily there is another plane two hours later. Though right now I would rather just go home.
Aren’t you also her nephew or something? Or am I thinking of someone else?