After a few days feeling under the weather with something much worse than a cold; Post-Christmas-blues, I am now off on an adventure to the beautiful city of my dreams- Paris.
Unfortunately there will be no walking down the Champs-Élysées to purchase a box of macarons from Ladurée or a trip to the Eiffel Tower and gaze up at it's sparkly gorgeousness. I am on my dreamy way with Sebastian to Disneyland for New Years Eve.
This has been my dream for so many years. Even before our four and a half relationship had begun. This is THE best way to pick me up after a few days being back from Papa's Christmas cottage filled with joy, hugs and fun. I have bags filled with beautiful gifts that I just cannot bare to empty. There are pine needles dotted all over my carpet and a dying tree that needs to be chopped up for fire wood. It is the scene that no one likes.
So whilst I am watching the greatest fireworks of all time, after a perfectly cheesy parade filled with princesses and music, nibbling on Mickey Mouse shaped treats and singing my way round 'The Small World' ride... what will my darling readers be doing?