A month and a half after being here and not having made very many friends, I'm beginning to miss the ones I left in Switzerland. And my little boys. And Cyril's gorgeous, spacious, gloriously white and old house.
My last few weeks in Switzerland went like this:
It's going to be strange to go back in a few years and see the little boy who's diaper I changed and who wasn't able to talk, much more grown up and going to school.
In the middle of telling me I would get my butt spanked.
Cyril said this morning when he sees a cat in our little courtyard he has the urge to open the door and let it come in to snuggle for a while.
Today is lovely and I will take advantage of it by taking pictures of our apartment and dressing up nice for a change.