First it was a dream list of baby names. All typed up neatly, girl names separated from boy names, in order of most favoured.
Then it was the wedding gowns. Leafing through glossy bridal catalogues, circling dream dresses; Vera Wang, Reem Acra and Badgley Mischka.
And last night, bored and alone, I opened up my laptop and typed in ‘Property for sale in France’ into Google. Houses with pools, five bedrooms, dressing rooms and stables, with separate gîtes in small, beautiful villages…houses with un grand cave for storing wine!
The worst thing was that I was searching for homes that would suit ‘the kids’.
Someone help me. I’ve turned into one of those girls I hate.