I’ve just taken our gorgeous Cocker Spaniel, Smudge, on a walk. Apart from being chased part-way by a slightly kooky Alsatian, the walk really pointed out to me what I’d miss most about England. I live in the countryside, surrounded by green trees, green grass, green fields, green pond water. My next-door neighbours have even painted their own house green.
From Hunter wellies to Christian Louboutin’s, I plan to perfect the transformation from country bumpkin to city slicker. Goodbye country pubs with your sour-smelling old men, Sunday carveries and menus hand-written on chalk boards. Hello glamorous bars with your juvenile clientele, alimentation of the foie gras variety and gold-laced carte du jour. Oh boy, Paris is calling.
Watch this space.