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I go to France in three days! Starting to get slightly freaked out. Don't know why really. I mean, if I don't have anything I can buy it there. If my new debit card doesn't come in time I can have it shipped to me or carry around loads of cash. I'm more or less packed, I know I can carry it on my back as I don't even have things like wellies and mosquito nets to wrestle with, largely clothing this time. Am struggling to remind myself that I'm going down there to work and not for a holiday. Although, obviously that is clearly in my mind in most respects - having to speak French(yikes, like I remember things from one year to the next!), dealing with children, being alone again and not having anyone to do my laundry or look after me. Sounding rather lazy, which is the danger of being at home for even a couple of months, you morph back into little kid mode because you know your mother will do everything for you. Need to just get out there and get going. Just starting to form prejudices against my employers already, just based on the fact that they aren't as punctual as I am in responding to emails! How crazy is that? Probably means that they've just got more important things to do. Speaking of which, there's a crossword with my name on it..don't I lead such an exciting life at home?