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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?

Here I am – despite myself

Would you believe it? I don’t actually have to blog today and yet here I am: a sucker for punishment. I don’t plan to write much though. I just wanted to share one of my favorite pictures from our Easter holidays with you. For those of you who have been following me ever since my Cass D Photography days, you might remember that I had started a series of pictures featuring my pa and Amélie in a wheelbarrow (that’s “my pa – comma – and Amélie in a wheelbarrow”. As in only Amélie was in the wheelbarrow. My dad was just holding it). Unfortunately, since we actually had to be at my dad’s to do them, I may only have managed two or three. But now we were back and it was time for a new one. There were several serious attempts at a full blown recreation of the earlier shots. Sadly though, none of them turned out too well. This was mostly because we wanted to include Charlie. Charlie, meanwhile, had other ideas. He threw quite the hissy fit every time we tried to get him into the wheelbarrow. This, the boy who would quite happily jump off our balcony, scared witless by a wheelbarrow. Explain that one to me would you please. So we gave up on the idea of a reenactment. And that’s when this happened.

That one on the right? Classic. Now, shortly after this, I got into the wheelbarrow (yes I did. Shut up!) and, predictably, Amélie thought it would be hilarious to tip me up too. Unfortunately, she chose to do so when Charlie was standing right next to me and his leg was caught at a very nasty angle under the ‘barrow with my full weight still in it. Those things have sharp edges if you’re wondering and I swear it’s a miracle he didn’t end up in a plaster or worse. We probably have the very mossy grass to thank for that. The mossy grass and my ninja jump out of the cart. I have to admit that as I yanked the thing off him, there was a teeny tiny part of me that thought I was going to find a leg not entirely attached to its owner underneath. Praise the pumpkins, a very nasty bruise was the worst of it. Maybe his fear of the wheelbarrow was a premonition of things to come after all. It was retired as a form of entertainment after this incident though.

2 June 2013 - 9:34 PM Angie - That photo is amazing! OK, so you can't say 'no children or animals were hurt during the making of this photograph', but now some time has passed and the bruises have healed I'd say it was worth it! (Poor Charlie though xxxx)

2 June 2013 - 10:11 PM amanda - Such a beautiful spot. Love both pics. xox

3 June 2013 - 1:19 AM Carol - Oh no! What a tale! Glad it had a good ending! Sounded like a fun family event though!

5 June 2013 - 3:57 AM amelia - i loved reading this, and actually laughed out loud, sorry! Such a funny photo to. If it were mine, id print it in my entry way, would be a great conversation starter.

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