a Frenchwoman in London
In exile in London for the last 20 years, I have developed a strange dual personality.
I am French so when at home in London, I moan about public transports, the cost of living, the English stiff upper-lip syndrome and the lack of decent baguette, moutarde or cornichons
London has been my home for so long that when I am in France, I feel very foreign now and moan about the idiocy of French administration, TV programes that are dubbed instead of being subtitled and the lack of a decent curry.
What I need is a floating house in the middle of the Channel!!!