So, I've finally done it. I've house-swapped my little cottage in Australia for a snazzy bachelor pad in Chelsea. I can't wait to explore London. Most of all I'm hoping to meet my dream man, my secret fantasy: a perfect English gentleman. Though I'm starting to wonder whether Patrick, my house-swapper, might actually be HIM! Is that ridiculous?
We've been e-mailing and he sounds HOT! Oh, hang on, there's another e-mail now can't wait to find out what Patrick's been up to What do you do when you realise the one you want is half a world away living in your home, sleeping in your bed?