MOVING ON TO NEXT YEAR
Where reality meets fantasy... This will not be an altruistic, new year's rant. Promise. I have found myself slipping rather too happily into "holiday mode"... Sleeping in later than 7am Reading in bed until 10 with steaming mug after mug of tea Shocking my French husband's sense of "perfect wifely fashion" with my sagging grey sweat-pants. Yes, even went for the newspaper in them....noticed that there are no head turns for elegance and poised dress but definite turbo turns for sweat pants in public...ah, vive la France!! Leisurely bacon and eggs with the papers instead of healthy muesli shovelled down at top speed No work, no students, no marking, No talking, limited serious conversation Another glass of Sauvignon Blanc Not quite ready to detatch myself from this perfectly relaxing mode. Yesterday I put my business diary out on the kitchen table to remind myself that reality awaits. It's next year tomorrow and back to work next week. I