Most of the time I do not long for a life much more exciting than I currently have. I do not, it is fair to say, live a craaaazy life. I am in bed before midnight on school nights. I read books in the bath. A lot. I do not Have A Haircut. I do not live a romantic bohemian lifestyle in any sense of the words. And, as I say, most of the time, I’m happy enough with it.
Even so, listening to a friend recount a story of breaking up a fight between his new girlfriend and her ex-girlfriend, complete with, I’m assured, biting, gave me just a twinge, a little pang of envy.
I thought these sorts of things only happened to the French?