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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?

Home truths

This is our routine, twice a day: the fight for clean teeth. And it’s not just Charlie. Amélie will also lie, cheat, and fake her way out of cleaning her teeth. We’ve shown them pictures of rotting mouths, taken them for a stern talking to by the dentist, used bribes and threats and pretend indifference. We’ve shouted and pleaded. We’ve taken favorite toys away, deducted pocket money. And we’ve tried rewards and heaping praise on the good days, telling them how lovely their pearly whites are when they are actually white. None of it works. And so we’re left with this. Some days it’s a little easier. Some days he will make himself be sick just to get the toothbrush out of his mouth. So yeah. It’s not all rose-scented farts.
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