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    Alice’s au pair diary – week 10

    And the award for the experience with the most rapidly fluctuating ups and downs goes to … au pairing! I was feeling as though I was on cloud nine this week just passed; the sun shone down, I had my best friend from home by my side and a cold ice cream milkshake in my hand – nothing could have seemed dandier! Naturally then, anything trying to follow that subsequently is bound to be quite underwhelming and disappointing in comparison - which just so happened to be Monday. True to form she was a cruel mistress this infamous day of misery,…

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    Alice’s au pair diary – week 9

    And thus the drudgery commences! After a truly fabulous bank holiday weekend, I’m sure we all felt a spot of the blues when it was time to walk through the front doors of work and let reality get going once again. My day was made ever so slightly better by my kind little 9 year old sharing a portion of his Easter chocolate with me during ‘gouter’ before hiding a (large sized!!) Lindt bunny in my bag “just because”. What a good little egg indeed. I even got to sample some of the families fancy left over Laudrée desert from Easter…

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    Alice’s au pair diary – week 8

    Today began in the sunniest of matters and I felt super energised and eager to go and exercise this expanding body a smidge! Just as I commenced my run however my phone began to ring and, upon seeing it was my mother, I felt obliged to answer it. Sitting myself down upon a bench my mother began to explain to me that she had called to inform me of the Belgian bombings that had just occurred that morning; a double incident occurring in both an airport and a metro station leaving over twenty people dead and many injured. Pangs of unwelcome…

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    Alice’s au pair diary – week 7

    Once again Monday appears to have crept its way unwelcomingly into our lives following a wonderfully sunny, warm and Parisian weekend. I tend also to prolong the misery of Monday it seems by making it, coincidentally, my organisation day of drudging tasks such as room cleaning, exercise and food shopping. If it’s already a bad day historically you might as well humour it. Despite this, my evening shift was most lovely as my little eight year old fella was so adorably cute. He was mid kick of a football when he stopped and questioned my on when I was leaving. Upon…