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.
No comments:
Post a Comment