c’est simple

Dearest,

I sit et stare at Piles of books, as they say manuscripts, sitting  to be revised.

I simply frown. For i’d much rather be sitting somewhere under a willow in a gown. Pretending that life isn’t at all complex, routined et terribly occupée!

Welcome  to the days of the week, to your life, your most repetitious of days. I know, I know there’s tea et if you are ever so charmed you can actually eat baked scone or fresh baguettes, croissants with jelly and butter with grapes?
or what  abouts brioche with cappuccino chaud!

It is lived and loved throughly en France. I think it will always be. So I hope that many opportune things vines itself your way.
As the days trot on by like a mirror, we watch the fleeting hands of time reflect, as we anticipate the sun will shine. And let’s face the music, there’s always a complex sentence to address. In all our lives, oui?

être bien!

Yours ever so,

RS