I’d been through a divorce a few years before, followed by a stint in hospital with a blood clot on my lung, all of which, looking back, made me throw caution to the wind and move with him.I had hazy expectations of the French male, to do with them being more romantic than British men, and well dressed.
Charlotte Jamme, 41, a handbag designer, is married to Philippe (pictured above), a 48-year-old spirits importer from Paris.
They live in Milton Keynes and have two children, Amelia, seven, and Mia, six Philippe and I met in 2003 through an internet dating site.
On one occasion, when I was about to go into labour, he refused to take his mobile to a dinner party he was attending as it spoiled the line of his suit. We moved back to England a year ago when Philippe’s contract ended.
He has had a little trouble readjusting to British culture. If we go out for a meal and I don’t order a full meal, he’s horrified. In France, Christmas Eve is the big event; there’s a lavish meal and children are woken up at midnight to open their presents.
He’d commissioned me to paint Italianate murals in one of his restaurants.