After 3 nights in a row out past 8pm it took me most of Monday to regroup with a quiet day at home catching up on work, attending to neglected laundry (with our fabulous new laundry detergent that’s produced in Paris and delivered by bike in recyclable glass bottles) and gently simmering Bolognese sauce for the kids favourite dinner. Far from the party loving social butterfly I used to be, I’ve mellowed considerably since moving to Paris and now want nothing more than to be in bed by 9pm, preferably in soft pjs with a large mug of hot chocolate overflowing with mini-marshmallows beside me.
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