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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?

Merry Christmas!

Yep, that’s how behind I am with editing. So here are my christmas day pics. There were not many more that this. I didn’t take too many pictures because I wanted to just be able to enjoy being with my crazies (and having a lens between me and them can be a bit of an impediment). What can I remember about that day? Stickiness: Charlie got some sweets in his stocking and got very sticky. The cold: Amélie, Charlie and I went for a walk while Hanno was cooking lunch and it was freeze-your-dangly-bits-off cold. Yummers: lunch was yummers. Wish we could eat like that every day. Or maybe not. Maybe that would spoil the fun. But still… Yummers! Patience: Charlie and Amélie were so patient about opening their presents and managed to last all the way through until after lunch. There were even some presents left over for boxing day because I wanted to be sure that every present got a good look and a play before it was discarded in favour of the next parcel. I’m a cruel horrible parent that way. Coziness: snuggling up on the sofa all together, bellies full and a large tin of Quality Street on the coffee table, to watch a good film. It’s always a highlight of the day and this year was no exception. No thieves: unlike last year, I didn’t have to call the police after discovering a man climbing up the front of our building. That was a particular highlight. Happiness: Christmas makes me happy, what can I say?Crackers: a bit of a bang, paper hats, awful jokes and the most pointless little presents ever. Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without them. Possibly two of my favorite pictures of 2012 (even though they are crooked). Because they’re crazy and this captures a little of that. I have no idea, by the way, what Amélie was reacting to.Amélie modeling one of her presents. I love this dress. LOVE. Thank you Grandma Kyra and Grandpa Keith! And yes, she is standing on the table. I made her. Only place with any light. Charlie got an airplane. Hanno spent ages making it with him. He then played with it ALL DAY (can you see?! Yeah, ok, initially Amélie played with it. But he has since decided to love it, thank goodness!). Eventually, I think we did manage to exhaust at least one of the crazies (I had to include his face on the left because it is just too wonderful). I was lying on the sofa with him on my tummy and suddenly realised he’d gone very still. He was fast asnorin’. So I gently rolled him off and snuggled him up under his blanket. See what I mean about the coziness.He looks a little like a drunk with a bad hang-over. Just four gazillion times sweeter. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was our Christmas day in a nutshell.

8 February 2013 - 8:12 PM amanda - Looks like a beautiful warm wonderful Christmas. I love how the pressies last so long being opened :)

9 February 2013 - 5:41 PM Ronnie Bell - Wonderful!!! Glad there were no burglars ;o))

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