When I woke up last Saturday morning, I never imagined for one minute that it would be the last time we’d be living in that house as a family. If I had, perhaps I would have felt much sadder and would have taken time to sit and reflect on all the great and not so great memories that I have in that house. I’d become very attached to it, although it may just be bricks and mortar. But it is the first place I called ‘home’ in France and I learnt and experienced many things within the confines of its walls. The move or the ‘demenagement’ as I tend to think of it, started at 10 o’clock that morning. Cedric and Laetitia had been out earlier with the two little ones to hire a van, unbeknown
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