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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?


I love these birds. These lovely chickens. From my little brother Billy’s back garden (their back garden is about a mile away from the house, connected to it only by lots more garden. I may have mentioned this before because I am… How to put this? A teensy bit jealous). I sat on the ground, in the shade of the pines and apple trees, trying to escape from the the pounding, dry heat of the sun, on a carpet of sharp needles and gigantic pine cones, watching them strut up and down, clucking at each other while Mr Cockerel cock-a-doodle-do’ed like a mad old woman trying to get her daughter-in-law’s attention. I could have spent the entire afternoon there but my happy day-dreaming was interrupted by a cheeky little boy with a water-pistol. Day 4 of our week in France.

23 September 2013 - 9:10 PM Adeline - Mais j'avais pas vu toutes ces photos! Billy va être content de voir de si belles photos de ses poulettes chéries!! j'adore

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