I am so happy January is almost over. Not that I'm wishing away time right now because trust me, I'm not, it's just that January is soooooooooo boring, and dull, and sad. BLECH. And since it's so boring, and dull, and sad, I've been forced to also be boring, dull and sad and I've been locked away in my old barn house, drowning in bubble wrap.
But now that January is coming to an end, I have to face the inevitable, the last days of The LPV are upon me... thirty last days to be exact. But these are going to be a jam packed, busy thirty days...
First up, I had set a deadline for myself to have all of the boxes packed by the end of January and I'm patting myself on the back while I type this... it might actually happen. Like 96.5% of the stuff going into boxes is packed (I have no idea how I came up with that percentage, just go with it please, I am).
Most of the stuff we're selling, has been sold. There are a few higgledy piggledy bits to go, but I'm not worried. If they don't sell, it's not the end of the world (except for the car, that one is not higgledy piggledy and that HAS to be sold, but that is firmly on Gregory's to-do list).
The Six Nations kicks off this weekend and that is always a big deal in my house so I'll have the rugby to distract me from the moving brouhaha (here's hoping Philippe Saint-André can pull his head out of his heiny long enough for France to win a match) and then Tuesday is my birthday so that's a big deal. I'll be celebrating it with Gregory, The Croupier, Honey Jr and Honey's Honey... kebabs and Champagne are on the menu.
And then next weekend (we're talking the weekend of the 8th here), we'll be bringing The Croupier and her fiance down Toulon way to watch Mr. London play some rugby and so I can celebrate my birthday with The Londons as well. But this time the Champagne will be accompanying fried chicken (my palate is obviously super sophisticated).
I can hardly believe it, but from that weekend we slide right into Valentine's Day and the mid-February mark. I have no idea what's on the cards for us this Valentine's Day; maybe we'll go out, maybe we won't, either way only a week after that, my mother is arriving from Texas to lend that kind of support in my final Le Petit Village days, that only a mother can (I have a feeling I'm going to need it... I see 'blubbering mess' in my future).
But get this... not only is my mother coming, but on the 25th my brother arrives from Dublin! Yep, three days before we are due to move out of our house, my brother is coming to France to celebrate his birthday. Clearly, my family likes to keep me on my toes.
Then it's the end of February (why oh why does February have to be such a short month?!) and we'll be waving goodbye to Le Petit Village as we drive down to the Côte d'Azur for two days with my cousin, Mrs. London. And because a couple of days on the Mediterranean isn't a fantabulous enough way for me to say au revoir to France, from Toulon we're hopping on the TGV to Paris for two days of museums and macarons. And that my friends, will be that.
But that train keeps a-rollin', on down to San Antone.