Blog post number 200...

The really interesting post where I tell you that we've been busy working, sunning ourselves and just generally running around chaotically with the girls' activities. No matter if you live in a suburb in America, central London or a small village in the Languedoc, if you have kids, they tend to want to 'do' things, which means as parents you are expected to deliver them to these things at the appointed hour. (And when it gets close to the end of year shows, there seem to be alot more of these appointed hours.)

The girls both have dance recitals coming up, an exhibition for the oldest little lady's atelier mosaique, school trips and picnics and the end of the year kermesse (carnival) needs planning, and somewhere in between I'm meant to be working.

I had a mad, ridiculous night the other night where I allowed my mind to wonder what it would be like with three children. I'd obviously been hitting the sauce a little too hard, or had temporarily lost my marbles, but luckily when I woke up the next morning the insanity had passed.

I was hoping my 200th post would be something profound and insightful, or maybe just terribly witty, but then I thought I might as well just carry on in my usual fashion... ;-)