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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?

The Cat that Loathed Me

To be fair, I don’t think she likes anyone much. She just liked me a little less because I brought two cat-obsessed children into the house with me. And she definitely doesn’t like cat-obsessed children. She’s old and shy you see. So when there are lots of people running around, stealing her favorite chair, disturbing her staircase sunbathing, trying to stroke her with sticky little fingers, and making far too much noise by far, she gets a bit grumpy. I know how she feels.

4 May 2013 - 7:32 PM ralph - Those are some seriously gorgeous photos of a cass-loathing cat. She doesn't know what she's missing! :)

7 May 2013 - 1:07 AM Ingrid - What Ralph said! :) Loving this blogging a day. I need to catch up.

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