Now that the third replacement for Blandine in the office has bitten the dust, I have no choice but to step into the breach and go back to the office - starting on Monday. I can't believe it but until Francois finds a suitable long term replacement it's going to have to be all hands on deck. Have lectured children extensively about their role in this (not fighting, being nice to the au pair, doing their homework before I get home) but fear it is falling on deaf ears. My child tolerance threshold is very very low after two weeks of interminable holiday and I think we shall all breathe a sigh of relief on Monday morning. Except perhaps the au pair who is as yet blissfully unaware that her work schedule is about to double.
Anyway my dreams of entering a state of delicious convalescence - in comfortable yet attractive lounging suit stretched out on the sofa with a good book and a pile of DVDs - have been swiftly replaced with visions of me tearing hair out before Excel spreadsheets and potentially researching divorce lawyers....oh well - at least it will get me away from the kids.
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Hello there,
Je suive ton histoire.. Bloody hell.. The person I know that pronounced it really well apart from a few other real english people I know.. love catching up with you.. Glad to hear from you through your blog which I think you do amazingly well.. a true enjoyer of life and its pleasures. regarless of you not being able to indulge in all the must not do. things.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.....
you are the very best of them all dear mary..
hugs and kisses.
Marcela
hola guapa.. Was catching up on the detail of your trip skiing and Geneva.. If only I could tell everyone that hooked up to this blog how you raved the town down some years back.. The poor genevoise did not know what to do??? Just thinking back makes me collapse in laughter.
Bueno.. everything could not be better.. cheers..
hugs.. Marcela
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