Spent Wednesday night in London for meetings the next day. Staying with family made the trip a nice break, dinner, drinks & gossip.
After an evening of home food and relaxation I thought 'it wouldn't be so bad if we had to move back here'. Then I got on the Jubilee line at 8am and quickly felt my shoulders rise towards the level of my ears in stress. And this from someone who rides the RER C out to St Ouen everyday.
Saw this article in the Observer about the French expat community in London.
Mr Frog spent 6 years in London (before we met) and spent all his time avoiding the French ex-pats there. Hence his dodgy accent.