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 No really I mean it, this is a myth and sorry if I have destroyed your hopes of running a Multinational while baking pretty cupcakes, sewing bunting flags, attending every school events, looking pretty, manicured, without an inch of cellulite, glamorous, in a perfect amiable mood every-single-minute of the bloody day and a . . . → Read More: Here is the truth: We CANNOT have it all I am French and I am in France so I should be feeling at home, right? Except that I’m not. I catch myself thinking that no tea in France replaces Yorkshire tea. That no “boulangerie” can make up for the lack of Cafe Neros and that Sundays are boring… I actually miss England lots. . . . → Read More: England or France, where is “home”?  We have managed to spend the last few days without major injuries, which in itself is a huge improvement, and the chaos either settled or I grew accustomed to it… The day that followed our trip to A&E was followed by a very sad event, especially for my sister. Her beloved dog and companion of the . . . → Read More: De-cluttering, working, moving but mainly enjoying… I don't want to chose what they will wear today. I don't want to analyse the weather to decide if it is too hot for jeans or too cold for a short sleeve tee shirt. I don't want to tell my husband which shirt to wear with these trousers or if he shoud wear . . . → Read More: Can I NOT make any decision for once? 
When I was growing up I remember my mum collecting all the magazines about interior design and gardening. She still is obsessed with her garden. She can spend hours planting, trimming and do all the stuff a garden needs and you know what, it bores me silly. I hate gardening. I . . . → Read More: Gardening disaster! I was given this key ring by Craig following an event few years ago when I lost my keys. I looked everywhere for them: the shelf in the kitchen where I used to dropped them on, the bottom of the hundreds of bags I had, the laundry basket in case . . . → Read More: Speak slowly, I’m blonde… but I am lucky to have good neighbours 
I was given this key ring by Craig following an event few years ago when I lost my keys. I looked everywhere for them: the shelf in the kitchen where I used to dropped them on, the bottom of the hundreds of bags I had, the laundry basket in . . . → Read More: Speak slowly, I’m blonde… but I am lucky to have good neighbours 
Do you know? Can you describe a real woman to me? Hard isn’t it? Now if I say “what isn’t a real woman?” you will probably all answer “not what we see in magazines everyday!” or at least what they are trying to portray in these magazines. Last week I described my . . . → Read More: What is a real woman?  Essential magazine has asked me to talk about the real woman that has inspired me the most. So I scratched my head a little, started this post many times and in many different directions and this is when I realised that actually, it is not just one woman that . . . → Read More: My most inspiring real women And will continue to neglect this lovely blog of mine until the last page. Those of you who might have been wondering why last week there was no "Blogging from a Southwest train day four and day five" it is because I have discovered Twilight… I know all the hype . . . → Read More: Out of Office: I am currently reading Twilight…  |
 
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