The weather and I have a very close relationship. As in misery breeds misery. And I’ve had enough of both. So tomorrow, just as the weather in the UK is about to turn unseasonably warm (why does it always do that when you’re about to go away?) the kiddies and I are off to the South of France.
In the hope that there will be some real sun, I will not be taking my anti-depression-blast-me-with-nuclear-energy light that I have been relying on over these gloomy winter months.
I shall blog from the front, technology permitting. If it is sunny you can expect lighter, brighter, full-of-joy posts from me (let’s hope for sun then, shall we?). And I shall be back to visit you all the very moment I am home.
The bikini is packed. Citizens of Provence, be afraid. Be very afraid.
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