The day I ran out of my comfort zone!

Bonjour/ bonsoir Γ  tour et toutes!

Today marks four years since I left France to come to England. Four.Β years.

Basically, if I had given birth to a child at this time, the child would be in year 1 or at least reception. I would have a fully walking and talking child. Gosh!

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