In 2006 we moved from Moscow to Paris.  It was a big upheaval and quite an adjustment.  Paris of course is a beautiful city and we lived in a charming western suburb near to the British School.   The children were all in the senior school by now and slotted into life in our new enviroment easily and  John was buried in the maze of a Head Office of a huge multi-national company.  What would I find to do this time.  Brushing up my french, of course .... but I had itchy fingers and my needles & threads had spent weeks in boxes in transit.