I am aware of my blogging absence. Last week was hell, and the weekend rather 'topped it off'. I won't go into detail, but one tip: always bring money with you. And the metro stations don't allow reduced tariff tickets (under 10 years age) after around 8pm. i was unfortunate to discover both those things at the weekend.
So now it's almost Tuesday. My achievement of the day? Well, picking up a raw chicken in it's packaging was big progress - really, but to top that one off, I actually made it to the Tennis Tournament place WITHOUT getting lost! Ha! Take that! We'd been there once before - the time we ended up driving INTO Paris centre for the first time of my life by complete mistake and eventually arrived an hour late, but this time the amazing achievement was all down to ME. I found the address online, tapped it into the GPS which worked amazingly (as amazing as built-in sat navs can get!), and didn't get lost. And we arrived there 25 minutes early. :) Returned home, cooked tea, and I'm now waiting for them to call me. *Please finish soon and not after 9pm!* I really don't fancy driving there and back again in complete darkness which a vague sat-nav. You'd have thought they'd be more detailed and accurate, but I've come to realise that 'prepare to turn left' DOES NOT mean 'turn left at the next opportunity'. And that 'prepare to turn left' could mean left in 5 metres, of 500 metres. Just useless.
I'm feeling pretty dead right now. If I didn't have to go back out this evening, I could relax peacefully in bed. But no rest. I have done a total of 5 school runs today, yes, FIVE. And each journey to this tennis venue is a bum-numbing 40 minutes. EACH WAY. :/
4 days. FOUR DAYS. Four days and I have sanity coming via Eurostar to stay for a week. What can go wrong in four days?
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