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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?

Berries 1

It’s autumn and there are beautiful berries everywhere. This makes me very happy. Especially since I didn’t ever used to notice things like this. And you know what that means? Either all this loveliness wasn’t here before and the world is getting more beautiful, or it was always there and I’ve just reached an age were everything seems more and more amazing to me. Except I thought the age that was meant to happen at was 2. And, if I’m going to be totally honest, I’m just a smidge over 2. So the world must be getting more beautiful. Or maybe I’ve only just learned how to take the time to see it. I have definitely reached an age where rambling is an occupational hazard though.

Guess where… Yep, my lovely Botanical Gardens. And it’s called “Berries 1” because there’s almost certainly a “Berries 2” somewhere in the future.

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