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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?

An adventure to the bottom of the garden

An adventure to the bottom of the garden with grandpa… As usual, Amélie didn’t stop – more interested in the adventure than the discovery, constantly on the move, exploring far and wide, fearless. In fact, she kept on going until we couldn’t see or hear her anymore and, as we shouted out her name, all those unthinkable thoughts flooded my mind… And then a far away voice came back (“yes mum? I’m fine. I’m coming”) and I breathed again. Meanwhile, Charlie found his spot and plonked himself down. He doesn’t have to go far for his adventures. He’s far more interested in the details: the feel of the earth in his fingers, the sound of the the stream, the way the light falls on the grass… He could happily have sat there for hours and hours, digging little holes, throwing handfulls of grass into the water. Quite happy on his own too, but in a completely different way to Amélie. Still and focused. My funny little bunnies. I love them like crazy.

10 June 2013 - 1:41 AM cvh - Delightful story of parenthood!

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