Exhausted. Moving house is exhausting!
But that aside, I’ve been feeling a bit of a pull towards all things French lately.
Stripe shirts, bicycles, baguettes, macarons, grunting at passers-by while a half burned Gitanes hangs from my bottom lip.
Ok not that last bit.
But the pull is such that I’m going to have to start a French inspired board on Pinterest in order to get my fill of lovely images.
Tomorrow though. Because today I am exhausted.
From moving house.
And it’s bedtime.