Monday was a tricky day. Sandie started work again and the nanny was still on holiday for another day. I was apprehensive about the day even despite having the au pair Marianne close at hand. In the event it was much worse than I feared. That said, at 9PM when everyone was finally in bed I rolled out my prayer mat and gave thanks to the great God of Pixar Animation Studios. I dread to think how many years of prison I would have been facing for child murder if it hadn’t been for their “Cars” movie; a DVD of which somehow appeared from nowhere into Maxime’s grubby little paw at about 8AM that morning.
Admittedly we had to watch it in multiple sittings because Maxime’s attention span didn’t last longer than 45 minutes (despite the fact it is a genuinely riveting story), but no matter, Lightning McQueen saved my Monday! In a gripping tale about the race for the Piston Cup, I learnt that racing (life) is about more than just winning. Unfortunately someone seems to have told that to my horse because we’re still waiting for the clear round and victory that has eluded us all summer and again this weekend in a competition at Pau. Grrrr.
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