Our Glorious Leader!

D'aaaaw, he's so cute! Andy Schleck resisting make-up. Or possibly some last-minute fluffing.

Why? "Because I can!"  No, actually, it's because I don't have time to write up the 3 days of de Panne properly, and I am not prepared to do it in a hurry, but I didn't want you to think that I'd disappeared, or gone off Our Glorious Leader or anything like that. 

And this weekend we have Amstel Gold, yay!

Before I go, a quick word on the passport saga - LLB, while we were watching one of the Belgian races, commented that we could easily go there and watch it. Except of course for the little matter of my passport.

"Why don't you just send off the forms?" he said, in mild annoyance.

So I dug out the forms, which were buried under a pile of stuff. Then I couldn't find the photos. I know where they were, I know where I left them, safe and ready, but out of sight so I don't have to look at them too much.

Two days later, still no sign of them. Then, aha! a brainwave. Perhaps I tucked them inside the old passport, ready to be sent off. Yes! That must be it! Makes sense, logical, sensible, just the sort of thing I would do.

So I went to get the old passport - er? Where's the passport gone?