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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?

Another blog title I couldn’t be bothered to think of

I don’t like hounding people with my camera. I know that’s hard to believe, but it’s true. It makes me incredibly uncomfortable. No I would not make a good professional photographer. Not of people anyway. Actually, no, you’re right: not of anything. Anyway, flowers don’t mind me standing and staring at them for hours which means I feel less awkward photographing them. If only you knew how many plantlife pictures there were on my computer that have never been posted. Lots. Very very many. But I’m afraid of boring you if I post them all so I don’t. These are different though. These are french flowers which makes them special and not boring at all. Right?

And this is my lovely niece, looking extra cool on her wheels, dressed in her shades and her nighty, and with a feather in her hair. I could not get away with the look, but she wears is with aplomb.

Oh yeah, these are pictures from day two of our week in France. On day two, we all traipsed off to a local restaurant. All 16 of us: three families of four, one family of three, and my dad. It was a HOT day so after eating “moules-frites” (Belgian culinary tradition following all they way down south) on the terrace, we all ended up on the lawn, eating ice-cream, drinking coffee and watching the crazies being crazy.

Much of the craziness involved this sun-bleached, held-together-with-string, just-about-at-the-end-of-it’s-life bouncy castle, and lots of little people being chased round it by fully grown adults (all of which, my brothers).

Then I took more pictures of plants. Ta-da! You’re welcome.

7 September 2013 - 11:15 PM Amanda - Looks sooooo lovely :)

8 September 2013 - 12:47 AM Julia - Why don't I ever visit your blog? You're awesome. peninsulaliving p.s. I love your latest video. I'd pay good money for that accent.

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