I discovered today, after a week full of sweaty palms and worries about being homeless in France, that the email address I have been using to contact my supposed host is broken. I am sending virtual fireworks into the air.
So now I've emailed her using an address that actually works, often helpful if one actually intends to read one's email. It all seems strikingly real all of a sudden. It's my last 7 days in Cambridge and something tells me that I will be fine in Nogent (although yesterday I couldn't resist poking myself in the eye.. It's a wonder how I look after myself sometimes).
Just finished planning my last weekend in Cambridge with my lovely boy, scary stuff! I have no doubt that we will be absolutely fine though, and it gives him the perfect chance to write me letters (wink wink hint hint).
Anyway, there is no rest for the wicked, and I set myself the challenge of reading all the Harry Potter books this summer (okay, yes I know I'm like 10 years behind everyone else but I'll read things in my own time, thank you very much).
TO THE GOBLET OF FIRE!
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