I met Julia, an Australian, in my local café in Montmatre. She was taking some pictures, and we got to chatting. On our first date, she was 2 hours late because she had got off at the wrong station. But I waited for her. Her plan was to travel on to Barcelona, but she never made it to Barcelona, because she spent all her holiday in Paris with me! At the end, she said, ‘Why don’t you come to live with me in London?’ I said I would think about it.
One week later, I called her and said . . .