Last night I went back to the 13th June 1940. I departed from platform 7 at Gare d’Austerlitz Station on my way to Southern France. I was the host of a dinner party, with the guests being my parents and their friends. The night consisted of conversation, food and mystery. It was a Murder Mystery Party. All guests arrived in miraculous costumes unknown with what to expect. The night was filled with laughter, accusations and great company. Definitely something we will do again in the future!
Once again, this weekend has been and gone before my eyes. I coached netball, played netball, murder mysteried, went to church, spoke to some special people I haven’t seen for a while, had a SAYCO meeting, laughed lots, cried, hugged, ate too much yummy food and asked God for forgiveness daily. Busy but brilliant.
22 days until I leave my home state and 16 days until Mr J leaves the country. Time has stopped walking and started sprinting! It’s getting closer.
I hope you all had lovely weekends and enjoy your week ahead.