Back to work tomorrow and the holiday is over. In many ways I like the sense of returning to reality after the New Year as it always seems a rather strange and unsettling time, but returning to work means less time and energy to think about the house in France and other things that I would rather be doing.
On my first night away I went to bed feeling a little queasy (probably as a result of something we ate on the way down). In my sleep I dreamt of being sick but in my dream the sick was 'sh*t from work'. I remember it quite clearly and woke up thinking I must not let work get to me!
A blog about living in rural France, and currently surviving through the coronavirus times.
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