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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 little bit botanical

20150524-GY7C0956This weather seems so far away now… But that’s ok. Grey is in, right? And the sunshine will eventually come back so that we can yet again march unwilling children off on picnics. Actually, they remain surprisingly willing so far. I remember being a lot less enthusiastic about walks when I was little. But maybe that’s because I lived in the countryside so that enforced walking in nature just seemed odd and pointless. My two little city-dwellers, by contrast, actually get a buzz from being able to run around aimlessly without having to watch for cars and dog poo. Have I mentioned the Brussels dog poo problem before? No? Fancy a visit?storyboard-18020150524-GY7C0989 storyboard-179Wouldn’t this (below) be an amazing location for a lovely picture? Yes, that’s what I thought too but neither of my long-suffering models were willing to go and look wistful or romantic so I settled for an empty frame and using my imagination. I’m sure if you, too, just stare at this for long enough you will be able to see a little girl in a diaphanous floaty dress, with a flower crown in her hair, sitting in the grass looking dreamy. Or maybe picking her nose. I don’t know, girls these days!20150524-GY7C1003 20150524-GY7C1042

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