Last month I wrote that my nightly perusal of French barns for sale was a sure sign of stress. After all, you could conclude that when you have an overwhelming desire to sell up and leave the country to embark on a renovation project in a foreign remote rural area, that you, um, really just want to run away. Childishly.
Deep down I know this is true. However that didn’t stop me doing as I threatened a few weeks back; joining the Alliance Francaise so that I can dust off my decades-old French and become fluent. As one would need to be moving to rural France. The white knight and I are therefore enrolled in French language classes starting mid-October. Escapism is a reality.
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