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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?

Out-takes from a Sunny Weekend

Last weekend was all about Amélie dancing. But in between the dance steps, I also managed to spend quite a lot of time sitting on our balcony with my wonderful boy, smelling his sweet, sun-warmed skin.He really did spend most of the weekend without any clothes on. It was just that kind of weather. In fact, it was so hot, I even got the scissors out (note: the above is an “after” picture – it had got pretty long. And hot).We drank lots, watered the plants a lot, poured water over each other quite a lot, and hid inside a little, to get out of the heat – and to play with more water.(that white stool is FILTHY. Just horrible. Covered in lots of black dribbles of dirt. I tried to photoshop it clean. But I’m about as lazy with photoshop as I am with house-work so it still looks pretty disgusting)I love my boy. He does get kind of annoyed with me, though, when I superglue my forehead to the side of his head.This was on Sunday, walking back from Amélie’s last performance. This road is being re-cobbled and I just thought it made an interesting picture: all the formal, pretty buildings and then the broken, muddy road. And with the sun, just as it started getting lower in the sky, making everything shine with a golden glow.The picture on the left, above, just feels warm to me. The building is not pretty but the golden light just peeking through above the shadows is so summery. It makes me feel happy. The picture on the right was taken a little earlier, again, as Amélie and I were walking home. The light, as the sun passed behind that cloud, was so dramatic. I don’t even know where the clouds came from. Didn’t see any others all weekend. But I’m glad they were there and that I managed to snap them into my little black box of memories. It was a really lovely weekend: warm, relaxed, happy, full, exciting, good… and exhausting. Just as good weekends should be.

3 June 2012 - 9:52 PM amanda - Awwwwww sounds like the perfect weekend. I hope the lovely heat stays till we get there!

3 June 2012 - 9:59 PM Cass - Oh no, it's all gone already. Has been raining heavily all day. And it's cold. We had one week of summer. We're back to winter now - I think our seasons are trying to sync with New Zealand's.

4 June 2012 - 6:25 PM Teresa - ohhh that lil' hiney is too cute! Looks like a perfect weekend to me. :)

5 June 2012 - 8:57 PM ralph - These are so beautiful my dear Cass. Outside/Inside, little moments and grand. Love your eye. And that photo of you and Charlie in b/w - I would hang that on my wall today. (unless that's weird). Ha. :)

5 June 2012 - 9:34 PM Cass - Thank you dear friends. Teresa - it was pretty close to perfect. Which made up for our two previous bank holiday weekends with their broken boilers and hospital visits. Yey for things not going horribly wrong! And Mr Ralph: so what you're saying is I should super-glue myself to my son more often? It was so funny taking that picture. I tried about 5 shots to get one where I didn't think I looked mentally disturbed. Every single time, Charlie stared at the camera and looked gorgeous. And every single time, I looked... really rather odd. This was the best of the lot.

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