Today marks 6 months that I have been living in France. Incidentally, it also marks 6 months of living without a television, but that's for another post.
MCM asked me this morning if we had any weekend plans and it dawned on me that, for the first time in months, we don't have any. We realised that this means we might do what is known as "having fun." For the past few years we've been operating under the general principle that we are not allowed to play and have fun until we have finished our homework (which has been, variously, finishing PhDs, finishing books, finishing job applications, finishing grant applications...). We have been surreptitiously sneaking bits of fun (see last Friday night), but we usually feel guilty about it. Where has this strategy left us? Down and out, in Paris, at home. Oh, and the books aren't finished, either.
So, dear readers, smack some sense into me. What would you like to do if you were in Paris this weekend?
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