What they don’t know is that I’m living in a castle with my very own pretty English princess. OK, so it’s a one-bedroom apartment on a side street, off another side street in Islington, but I sure feel like a prince walking these streets with my girl. Popping out, as the Brits say, for coffee and pastries on weekend mornings. Visiting museums and galleries. Bar hopping with her new work colleagues on Friday nights.
