One Day to go!

Another rushed day. But my last night here! And I'm not one bid morose about it. I was expecting William home to pounce on him for payment, but instead I was required to collect Caroline from the station in the next town. I was halfway through cooking tea, so drained the rice (which fortunately was cooked) and left the meat in the pan (un-cooked) to spend half an hour driving round looking for her. To add to that, she told me she was at the train station, so I arrived there to the discover she was actually at the Metro. Which is the other side of the town. Why she couldn't have stayed on until the next stop in our HOMETOWN is beyond me. We returned, and she immediately demanded dinner... despite me having sat in the car for the last half hour. Do you see why I won't miss this bit? She then proceeded to guilt-trip me by the fact she hadn't managed to find another au-pair. Total cringe, total awkwardness, total 'can I just dig my grave and jump in now?' moment. I didn't bother to slip in the fact I may have helped her had it not put me in contempt of false advertising by going along with an advert anything like the one I saw last summer.

I am already down one child, as Juliette disappeared off on holiday this morning. It's like the Sound of Music again, where everyone's escaping at the slightest possible chance! William is apparently back on his skiing trip, and it transpires that the dog is 'a la montagne' which just makes me think of 'it' sitting looking very bewildered on top of a snow peak. But, there are no mountains in Paris so I am safe.

So I spent the day wandering round Chatelet and the shopping mall there, it was unbearably hot though - reaching 30C.

My room is looking much emptier now, although resembling more like Brantano's Stock room than a bedroom, as I've ended up packing everything... into shoeboxes. And I swear, my stuff has BREEDED! I didn't even know I HAD this many shoe boxes (I did not buy all the shoes to go inside, I may add), but I am sitting facing a wall of them. I do have a super-cool photo of my wall, but Blogspot is telling me I'm up to my 'upload limit'. Since WHEN do blogs have an upload limit? This is actually very frustrating as I am SO CLOSE to coming to the end of my au-pair time. Like, 3 pictures more 'close'.

And after an evening of being terrorised by Caroline, cold-shouldered by Marie and the kitchen once again in an absolute mess to sort out tomorrow, I am unsurprisingly extremely relieved to be leaving this house once and for all! I did get slightly emotional when I was looking at a map of Paris earlier, and realising that 'I'm off to town' is now 'Stratford-upon-Avon' and not 'Paris' in a day. But still, we'll always have Paris! Hopefully next time I come (oh yes, I'll be back!) I can enjoy the city for all that it is and stands for, without worrying about the school run, food shopping or bumping into either of the parents whilst I'm trying to have a life!