My other half is from the South Of France, a village near Nice. Very fiery, opinionated, vain, green-eyed, knows everything about everything. Conversations with her sometimes feel like a row. It's that hot Mediterranean blood coursing through her veins. She says I wouldn't last a minute there. Thinks British food is mostly rank especially the bread and cakes, hates carpets, windows, over-familiar newsreaders, pebbly beaches, the crappy weather, the NHS and GP are, of course, not nearly as good as in France, most British girls are tarty, and calls British blokes, 'roast beef' or 'really skinny'!?. However, she says people are better drivers in the UK, less judgemental and loves old British TV shows and our comedy: Father Ted, OFITG are her favourites. She likes our range of savoury snacks but doesn't understand how Brits eat crisps as part of their lunch. She is a great cook, DIY expert, sexy, thoughtful, loyal and looks fifteen years younger than her age because she always moisturizes so some people think she is my daughter. Has spectacular breasts.
