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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?

Bank Holiday Fun

Blog every day in May, day 6: It’s a long weekend! What are your favourite ways to enjoy the extra long weekend off work?

This would be where my being a day behind would fall down. Except I don’t live in the UK so Monday wasn’t a bank holiday anyway. Ha! So that’s that then. This will have been a short, easy post…

Oh but wait, we do have a long weekend coming up. Bottoms! I suppose I have to do this after all. Not that I have any plans though. Except, as usual, soaking up my stinky little monkeys (also known as “the children”).

I don’t get to spend much time with my children during the week so I balance that out by sticking to them like glue at the weekends. Poor souls. Han and I have been away without our little devils once, just once, in seven years (and that was before Charlie was born so, technically, it was only without Amélie). And we spent the entire time enthusing about how much she would have loved whatever it was we were doing. We actually like being with our children, see. Most of the time. Except at bedtimes. Maybe. And mealtimes. But only when they’re stubbornly refusing to eat. And whenever they’re screaming. Although, of course, I prefer the screaming to them not being here at all. Just don’t tell them that cos I know they’ll quote it back at me next time I’m hitting my head against the wall in frustration at the noise. It will come out like this “but mummy, why are you crying? I thought your loved our screaming because it means we’re here”. I’m not joking. That is actually what would happen.

But where were we? Ah yes: how am I going to enjoy the extra long weekend? Cuddles, lots of them. Rolling around on the floor, tickling feet and blowing raspberries on tummies. Maybe a little craft project. My step-mum has just sent me a finger-knitting tutorial. We might give that a try. Baking, probably. It’s been ages since I made bagels. Long walks. Lots of them. We need to tire the monsters out somehow. Ice cream, if it’s warm. And if Charlie decides to have a nap on one of the days, I might take my girl out for some tea and cake. If he doesn’t, and if I’m feeling brave, perhaps I’ll take them both out so Han can have a break and get some essay writing done. Mostly cuddles though.

There we go. That’s it. That’s my plan. I know: my glamorous, jet-setting lifestyle. Exhausting!


8 May 2013 - 10:52 PM Amand - Sounds sooooooo wonderful. Enjoy xox

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