Bonjour avril

[Hello April]

Last night, I might not have been there when the flap clock on my wall roared and clicked – just like the train-station departures board of my grand-mother’s village – but I could feel that April was around the corner.

I’m not going to lie. March went down faster than expected. And with barely no time to focus on what makes me feel alive.

So for this month, I have some plans. Mostly fun ones. Because, everything will be fine.

April is for settling into a new routine, walks in the park, baking at home, drinks at the pub, kissing my favourite lips goodbye, saying hello to new faces, slowing down, collecting blossoms to dry them in between two pages of a book, coffee with a friend, and celebrating with cheap wine.

Hopefully, I will find – if not, make – time, to share those ideas I have when most of you are asleep. And yes, it does include the dream-at-night lover who is practising his best sleep moves – right now – next to me.

What are your plans for the upcoming days?


  1. You sure do have a way with words, doll. Your plans sound perfect. I’ll be doing much of the same, with a little sewing and helping my Swedish man pronounce the French “r” (tonight he decided to start studying French so there are lots of horrible throaty noises coming from the next room).

    Have a lovely weekend. x

  2. Drawing lemons, kicking my legs above my head, picnicking in the parc de la Villette (cutting the cheese with a spare credit card and gulping wine from the bottle), blowing bubbles … Sunshine curiously makes it much easier to be alive, no?