I was recently asked by the publishers of Qatar airlines to write about my favourite street in Geneva for their in-flight magazine. This was the equivalent of asking a duck to take a swim and of course, I over-ran on the word count. Apart from the enormous pleasure, writing it churned up quite a few memories of my first years in Geneva living in my tiny flat in the old town and listening to all the alien sounds of life echoing through the inner courtyard. Life in a european city in those early days, as opposed to my previous life in the countryside of England, was exciting and enthralling (the price for being an expat came later). I miss it, I miss the friends I made – old friends and all that means – and I am lucky that it will always remain a home but I am, undeniably, happier here in London back “home”.