Pre-marriage I was frequently venturing out into London bars and pubs, partaking in a series of dates that can only be described as cataclysmic. My selection process was subconsciously, deliberately poor. I would go for the sad ones, the poetic ones, the “fun ones” who always had a very “unfun” shadow lurking just over their shoulders, the wacky ones with bohemian hair and undetermined employment status and the musicians.
I was 25 when I learnt that I am the consummate coward. When it comes to fight or flight, I know which side of the fence I am sprinting away from. This epiphanic moment occurred when back-packing across South America in the mid ’90s.
After three months of living in Spain and I’m asking some of the big questions. And I share what is in my fridge.