The Belgians have pretty much all arrived.

Along with the Kiwis and Germans.

Not content with buying the company I work for, we now also have a Belgian installed in the flat's box/server room*. Fortunately Vanessa softened the blow by bringing with her some astonishingly potent beer and some chocolate. Not sure how potent that is yet.

Jeff's NZ cousin arrived here on Thursday, and Louise turned up on Friday. We've had a fairly standard weekend of eating and drinking in different venues, albeit with a bit of an international flavour. Not much to report, really, apart from that Josh is in Munich and hence missed the opportunity to hobnob with our ready-made bevy of jet-setting young ladies.

Actually, given that they're all here for at least the next year, he hasn't.

Possibly I could write a more inane entry next time. Or not.

* Go on - try to guess which profession the majority of the flatmates work in.