I have a French au pair. You will know this is true because it’s ten to six in the evening and I am actually able to write this. My gorgeous son is next door in his room playing with Gaelle the au pair. Wonderwoman; not just any au pair. No, she comes with a degree in childcare, vast experience working in creches and a first aid certificate – get that! And, not only that, she is twenty-five, mature, quiet but not shy, goes out but not too much and loves my little boy as I do (well, almost!). I can practice my French with her and she’s teaching Alexander-his only word so far is ‘non’! I’m going to stop now to touch wood and also before I jinx us but suffice to say I’m happy and at last I feel a little normal. I have some time to do things! Continue Reading