The French contigent of my chums, all couples, are disappointed that I do not have a man in tow yet. They are on a mission to see me remarried, number two on my own bucket list after a trip to Easter Island! But I'm in no rush. For pretty much all that I personally know about relationships is that it is better to be lonely alone rather than in a couple.
The Frenchies think that they have a solution to hurry things up. Apparently I would be absolutely ideal for their friend Jean. He is 40(!) and, 'ow do you say, ah yes!, works in a forest. Apparently he has been too busy chopping down trees to look for the love of a good English woman. No matter that he spends all his days wielding a chainsaw. He is kind, fit, dead manly. and won 't mind that I'm ten years older. Even though there was alcohol in the equation I'm sure they were all right when they reassured me that I could easily pass for a much younger bird. Sorted then! It seems that we have a plan.
In the cold light of morning I'm giggling at the outrageousness. I'm not going to be running off to my log cabin in a French forest to live happily ever after anytime soon. It's a pleasing thought though. How would my chums have known that I've been harbouring those woodcutter fantasies for years!