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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?

Morning Ritual

Blog every day in May, day 29: Tell us about what you do every morning to help you get ready for the day ahead.

Tis nearly half past ten. Have just got home from work. Very tired. Bad headache. But must blog. So close to the finish line. SO SO close. Must not stumble now. Must blog every day in May. Must do it. Must.

Morning ritual. At the beginning of this series, one of topics was “a day in the life” where I described what I did on an average day. Look. It’s here: here. There. Did you go see it. Cos I told you all about my day. And that included my morning rituals. The one of having a sneaky peep on-line before I have my shower; the one of climbing into Amélie’s bed for a cuddle before we both have to get up and start rushing about the flat like headless chickens, trying to get ready and out of the door before time runs out; and the one of drinking my thermos of hot, milky coffee that Hanno makes me every morning (and has made me every morning for over a year and a half) whilst sitting on the train, reading a book. Those are my three morning rituals. And if Charlie wakes up before we leave, there will be a big snuggle with him too.

But all that will change next year when Charlie starts school – there will be a whole new dynamic to our mornings. More headless chickens running about. I’ll have to sneak into two beds every morning. And I’ll have two hands to hold on the walk to school. Han and I will each have to get a child ready so he might not have time to make me my coffee anymore. And he’s finished studying now so who knows, he might even decide to go back to work. And then my morning ritual will consist of just trying to stay sane.

And now to bed sleepy head. Good night and à demain x

7 June 2013 - 3:15 AM Amelie - Hey Cass, your headless chicken reminded me of this song my friend in Berkeley locked in my head: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FE8Uut3YRdw Maybe you're quirky enough to like it too ;-) I love all the love and attention in your morning ritual!

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