You know it’s crazy. Sometimes I get home sick for the UK. I miss my family a lot.
But yesterday I realised that living in France is living the dream. I was in my studio painting with the door wide open allowing in the glorious sunshine and in the next room was John with our lovely friend Helen rehearsing together and singing some fabulous songs getting ready for a gig on Friday. Our French neighbour was standing in the doorway listening.
I had to stop painting and clean myself up as I was picking up a friend to go to another friend’s house for a few hours.
How lucky am I to have the life I have here? Things are not perfect but I have that bohemian life that people can only dream of.
