Bloody Domestic Goddess...
This is typical of me - just as we are on the brink of moving house again (this time for a long time!), my mind and imagination go into overdrive. So, instead of packing boxes and sorting out our current house, I find myself making strawberry macaron's, editing 'The English Writer' novel, blogging about Paris, washing, and sorting out the kids.
Blimey, I'm shattered just writing about it.
Anyway, I have a sneaky suspicion this is just my way of coping with another mammoth move, and it might only be down the road, but the stress is the same.
So, instead of dwelling on the negative, I might as well use this time and my imagination to get creative and eat loads of macaron's!