Mid-Aug to September 2013
Home again and getting - albeit reluctantly - back into the swing of things at work rapidly pushes our lovely holiday into the realms of historical fiction. Added to which, we are in suspension, waiting for an update from the builder. We have to be patient, as Tom and Ellie are expecting their second child any day now and we all discussed how the work on the barn would need to take a back seat for a couple of weeks until baby got settled...
So. It's all good. There's no hurry. No pressure. It's the French countryside, for Pete's sake - nothing is going to happen at speed there. It's practically against the law...and unheard of in August.
Da dum, da dum, da dum.
OCD overtones as we check our emails yet again for the first update from Tom.
Nada. Nix. Zilch. Zero. Absolutely nothing. Not a sausage.
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