‘I was living in the south of France, where the skies are blue nine months of the year and the ice-cold rosé is best drunk in the shade. 

I’d gone away to write a book. I was no longer young, but for the first time in a long time, I was free, and single, and still searching for love. 

Until, one sunny day in November, I got a call to say my father was dying.

My mother was in a care home. I had to make a choice. I could leave her there. Or I could give up my life in France to become her carer.

I love my mother, but I didn’t want to become a martyr or a monk.

So, as I prepare to bring her home to the house she once shared with my father, I fill in the online dating profile…

…and then I wait