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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?

A Day with the Boy

One day last spring, Hanno had to go away for a few hours to sit an exam. I took the day off to look after Charlie. It was all sorts of lovely. We walked Han to the métro station and then went to have breakfast at our favorite Flamingo. Coffee and pain au chocolat. Le yum.You know, I think this is the only time I’ve ever spent the day just with my boy. I don’t know if I should be embarrassed about that. Anyway, after the breakfast treat, we walked home through the park. Charlie found an abandoned ball in the football pit. And he would then probably have happily stayed there, playing, for the rest of the day.I eventually decided I was cold and wanted to head home. But first I had to persuade Charlie to leave the ball where he’d found it… There was quite a lot of disagreement, to put it mildly. Our next activity was… erm… “painting”.You see how I put one of those plastic smocks on him there… To stop him getting paint on his top. Because that’s of course where he was planning to get the paint. Yeah, right.I love his “how very dare you laugh at me” face. “Woman, I meant to do this – wipe that smile off your face and admire my painted beauty”. I did eventually return him to his original state and get him into bed for a snooze. I then made myself some soup from some left over kofta meatball curry. And it was very delicious. What’s more, I got to eat it in silence without anyone pulling at my sleeve or trying to throw their food on the floor. A rare luxury indeed. It was a good day. And Han aced his exam.

17 November 2012 - 6:40 PM ralph - heart melting, each and every one. from the face painting to his sweet face, to your little peaceful lunch. i love it. xo

17 November 2012 - 7:30 PM Katie - He's just beautiful, as are these moments and photographs!

17 November 2012 - 7:39 PM Tara Leigh - guhhhhh... I just love him so MUCH!!!!!

17 November 2012 - 10:57 PM amanda - Sounds like a gorgeous day, lovely pics and clever Han!

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