Charles de Grewl

It's been a while since I've blogged, mainly because the start of the holidays arrived and all I wanted to do was sleep and untie myself from any responsibility whatsoever, but also because the creative part of my brain decided to shrivel up like a prune. But I'm back now so what the hell.

Anyway, we're halfway through the second week of the Toussaint holidays, and as you may have guessed from the title, I'm sat in Charles de Gaulle airport waiting for my next train back to Nogent.


The last week at the lycée before the holidays was pretty tiring and it was clear that the kids wanted nothing more than the end of the week. They were restless and tried their hardest to test my patience. Suffice to say that when the end of the week came, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.
It's not just the students who enjoy the holidays you know...

The first few days of the holiday were spent wishing I'd left earlier for England. Why is it that when you want something so much, the hours seem to dribble by even slower?



Anyhow, the day arrived when I had to leave so I packed my things and made my merry way to the station, a handy two minute walk from chez moi.

Ten hours and several journeys with numerous patronizing air hostesses and screaming children later, I arrived in Cambridge.


I realise that some may question my decision to go home so early and don't get me wrong, I'm loving my experience in France, but in my heart I'm an English girl through and through.


Not only was it nice to get back to Angleterre (Rule Britannia), it was great to see my boyfriend, Damien. The distance is tough, especially knowing I moaned and totally took the measly two hours it takes from Nottingham for granted. Don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?


All in all my week was lovely. It was laced with its ups and downs, which seems to be the theme of this year. My darling boy spoiled me rotten with dinners and a few cheeky presents here and there. And of course there was bonfire night, which I utterly adore and I daresay was a big part of the reason I wanted to come home. There's something magical about wrapping up in all your finest chunky knitwear and huddling up to loved ones with a big old firework display overhead. Call me soppy, I don't care.

Hopefully all my money will start rolling in soon and when that day comes, I'm going to start planning my trips around France.

Now I've officially been up for 12 hours so apologies for a somewhat lackluster post but I must now retire to my bed.