No, we haven’t won the lottery.
I still don’t know what happens next, but the urge to edit and sort out our stuff/lives/aims/objectives and the rest just keeps getting stronger and stronger.
I was retrieving a selection of knights, soldiers and random Lego from under one of the beds in the guest room (mainly occupied by the grandson in case you think we have some odd friends) and I found this mirror which I have been in two minds about taking to France.
It was a bit formal and gilt-y (if that’s a word) but I love the shape and the mouldings and general Frenchness of it.
So I got out some sandpaper and knocked it back a little . I’m happier with it now. I’m still not 100% sure it will fit in the French house as it’s rocking more Rococo than Rustique!
Then I took a couple of photos for you guys and realised I was channelling my mother.
She used to stand with her feet like this. And if she was still here she would put a bomb under us and tell us to get on with it.
She would also tell me to vacuum under the bed………………..