So, Cannes was an experience. Not wholly a bad one (the 30 degree temperatures wear you down after a while) but leaving Scrip and my husband for a week was very tough. I can honestly say I’ve never been so excited to leave a beautiful, sunny country behind me and head home. And the first cuddles at Heathrow were lovely.
I’m pleased to say the weather here hasn’t disappointed and we’ve had a lovely few days as a backdrop to my welcome home. That also means that I’ve kept my suncream with me, rolled out all the sundresses and also Continue reading
Am in Cannes, part way through a frenetic work trip. The scenery is beautiful but so far I’ve been inside most of the time (and am anything but serene). Luckily, I’m too busy to think about home too much, which is good. So here’s my memo:
Miss Scrip and my husband a lot. Missing sleep (the irony). Love Facetiming and love little voice messages, pictures and round ups from my husband (highlight of each day). Pleased I can still remember my A-Level French (it helps SO much when trying to get a table on the Carlton Terrace at 7pm). Love the sunshine in the background, even though it’s just in the background.
Love the fact Scrip’s doing really well and is a happy little soul still. Love the fact she still thinks I’m in an aeroplane, 3 days later. Can’t wait to see them both at Heathrow on Sunday.
A tout a l’heure.