No more run away weeks, because those just turn into run away months and then half the year's gone by and you wonder how that happened without your consent.
I had a lovely weekend. The boys and I went out for apéritif on Friday evening. I took them to a little restaurant/bar not far from our house and I drank red wine and ate olives and saucisson sec while they drank water and ate chicken wings and saucisson sec. We sat on a lovely couch and talked about our day. And no one told me I couldn't sit that close to the bar because I was with the kids and it's non-smoking here now so no one called child protection services on me either. I love that about this country.
Saturday we spent the night with friends and Sunday was lazy all the way around. Nothing run away about it.
This morning, as I was getting all my school stuff out of the back of my car, I noticed a plastic bag full of something. Fearing the worst (forgotten groceries or something horrible like that), I carefully opened it. 12 bags of chocolate covered hazelnut toffee that I had made at Christmas and forgotten to give away. I tasted it, it's still good, so I'm giving a bag of toffee to everyone who crosses my path today.