Tatty in Paris

The above title is the one and only time I will reference that show and talk about myself in the third person.

It didn’t start with a boy. I just want to make that clear. Now I’m not saying that a boy wasn’t involved but it didn’t start with him. I did not make the major life changing decision to move to Paris because of a boy. Not that there's anything wrong with doing that. I support any person’s decision to upturn their life on the strength of a good jawline and a decent shag but in my case it wasn’t about the boy. At least not entirely. 

It all began last October. Well actually no, to be exact it started in May 2022. The relationship with Paris that is, not with the Boy. Spring of just over two years ago I decided to spend a month in Paris, on a whim. Call it the fancy of being a freelance woman who works from home and has no dependents. Sometimes being 35, childless and mortgage free can feel like a failure and other times; you move to Paris. Anyway I thought it would be a cool opportunity to make some content and discover a city that I write a lot of jokes about but barely know.

At the tim…