TRUE-LIFE
Yawning, I scooped up the Lego scattered across the room by the gaggle of toddlers racing around.
‘Tidy up time,’ I shouted over the noise of their little feet thudding on the wooden floor.
Thankfully their freshfaced parents piled in from the snowy mountains outside, and after putting on wellies and zipping up coats, I gratefully waved the kids goodbye.
‘I’m ready for bed already,’ I sighed to my boyfriend James, crawling under the covers when I got home.
It was April 2017, and I’d been a nursery nurse at a French ski resort for seven months.
I’d met James there, and we spent days off skiing and enjoying the nightlife.
