You may be wondering how I came to live in France.
I was born and brought up in the Kent countryside, in the south east of England. However, I have now lived in France for thirty years.
My French connection started with a pair of frilly knickers that, according to family legend, I liked to show off to my French uncle when I was a toddler. My father’s family were firm Francophiles and I first visited Paris when I was eight years old.
For reasons that still remain a mystery, I stood in front of the hotel, rue de Seine, and promised myself that one day I would live in Paris, speak French like a French person and marry a French man.
Don’t give up on your dreams and they might just become true.