Goodbye tropical island paradise...


Pacific islander Molly Cooper has house-swapped her way into London's exclusive Chelsea. It's her dream to explore Britain... and meet a perfect English gentleman!


London here I come!


Patrick Knight is finding Molly's chatty emails strangely compelling. The onetime city banker thought swapping his London pad for Molly's idyllic cottage would help him write his first novel... but it's not quite working out...

What do you do when you realise the one you want is half a world away, living in your home, sleeping in your bed?






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To: Patrick Knight <patrick.knight@mymail.com>

From: Molly Cooper <molly.cooper@flowermail.com>

Subject: Weíre off Ė like a rotten egg

        Hi Patrick,

        I canít believe Iíll actually be in England in just over twenty-four hours. At last Iím packed (suitcases groaning) and my little house is shining clean and ready for you. Brand new sheets on the bed Ė I hope you like navy blue.

I also hope youíll feel welcome here and, more importantly, comfortable. I considered leaving flowers in a vase, but I was worried they might droop and die and start to smell before you got here. Iíll leave the key under the flowerpot beside the back door.

Now I know that probably sounds incredibly reckless to you, but donít worry Ė the residents of Magnetic Island are very honest and extremely laid-back. No one locks their doors.

I donít want you to fret though, so Iíve also left a spare key at reception at The Sapphire Bay resort where I used to work until yesterday.

ďUsed to work.Ē

That has such a nice ring, doesnít it? Iíve trained Jill, the ownerís niece to take my place while Iím away, and for now, at least, Iím giddily carefree and unemployed.


You have no idea how much Iíve always wanted to live in London, even if itís only for three months. Thanks to you, Patrick, this really is my dream come true, and Iím beyond excited. I donít think Iíll be able to sleep tonight.

        Have you finished up at your work? Are you having a farewell party? Mine was last night. It was pretty rowdy and I have no idea what to do with all the gifts people gave me. I canít fit as much as another peanut in my suitcases, so Iíll probably have to stash these things in a box under the bed (your bed now). Sorry.

By the way, please feel free to use my car. Itís not much more than a sardine can on wheels, but it gets you about. Donít worry that itís unregistered. Cars on the island donít need registration unless theyíre taken over to the mainland.

It was kind of you to mention that your car is garaged just around the corner from your place, but donít worry, I wonít risk my shaky driving skills in London traffic.

Oh, and donít be upset if the ferry is running late. The boats here run on ďisland timeĒ.

        Anyway, happy travels.

London here I come!


     P.S. I agree that we shouldnít phone each other except in the direst emergency. Youíre right Ė phone calls can be intrusive (especially with a ten hour time difference). And theyíre costly. Emails are so handy Ė and Iíll try to be diplomatic. No guarantees. I can rattle on when Iím excited.



To: Molly Cooper <molly.cooper@flowermail.com>

From: Patrick Knight <patrick.knight@mymail.com>

Subject: Re: Weíre off Ė like a rotten egg

Dear Molly,

Thanks for your message. No time for a farewell party, Iím afraid. Had to work back to get my desk cleared. Rushing now to pack and get away. Cidalia (cleaning lady) will come in some time this week to explain everything about the house Ė how the oven works etc.

The keys to the house are in a safety deposit box at the Chelsea branch of Barclayís bank on the Kingís Road. Square brick building. My colleagues have instructions to hand them over to you. Youíll just need to show your passport. You shouldnít have any problems.

Have a good flight.

Best wishes,



To: Patrick Knight <patrick.knight@mymail.com>

From: Molly Cooper <molly.cooper@flowermail.com>

Subject: Iím in London!!!!!!!

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!

If I wasnít so tired Iíd pinch myself, but Iím horribly jet lagged and can hardly keep my eyes open. Insanely happy though.

Your very gentlemanly colleague at the bank handed over the keys and wished me a pleasant stay at Number 34 Alice Grove and then I trundled my luggage around the corner and Ė

Patrick, your house is Ė



Divine will have to suffice for now, but the truth is that your home is more than divine.

        Too tired to do it justice tonight. Will have my first English cup of tea and fall into bed. Your bed. Gosh, that sounds rather intimate, doesnít it? Will write tomorrow.




To: Patrick Knight <Patrick.knight@mymail.com>

From: Molly Cooper <molly.cooper@flowermail.com>

Subject: Thank you

Hi Patrick,

Iíve slept for ten hours in your lovely king size bed and am feeling much better today, but my head is still buzzing with excitement! Iíve never left Australia before so my first sight of England yesterday was the most amazing thrill. We flew in over the English Channel and when I saw the green and misty fields, just the way Iíve always imagined them, I confess became a tad weepy.

And then Heathrow. Oh, my God, what an experience. Now I know how cattle feel when theyíre being herded into the yards. For a moment there, I wanted to turn tail and run back to my sleepy little island.

I soon got over that, thanks heavens, and I caught a taxi to Chelsea. Terribly extravagant, I know, but I wasnít quite ready to face the tube with all of my luggage. Iím just a teensy bit scared of The Underground.

The driver asked me what district I wanted to go to and when I told him Chelsea SW3 he didnít say anything but I could see by the way he blinked that he was impressed. When I got here I was pretty darned impressed too.

But Iím worried, Patrick.

This isnít exactly an even house swap.

Your place is so gorgeous! Like a four story dollís house. Sorry, I hope thatís not offensive to a man.  I love it all Ė the carpeted staircases and beautiful arched windows and marble fireplaces, and the bedrooms with their own ensuite bathrooms. Thereís even a bidet! Blush. It took me a while to work out what it was. Iíd never seen one before.

Meanwhile, youíll be discovering the green tree frogs in my toilet. Gosh, Patrick, can you bear it?

I love the sitting room with all your books Ė youíre quite a reader, arenít you Ė but I think my favourite room is the kitchen right at the bottom of your house. I love the black and white tiles on the floor and glass French doors opening onto a little courtyard at the back.

I had my morning cuppa out in the courtyard this morning, sitting in a little pool of pale English sunshine. And there was a tiny patch of daffodils at my feet! Iíve never seen daffodils growing before.

So many firsts!

After breakfast I went for a walk along the Kingís Road and everyone looked so pink cheeked and glamorous, with their long, double knotted scarves and boots. I bought myself a scarf in Marks & Spencerís (wonít be able to afford boots). I so wanted to look like all the other girls, but I canít manage the pink cheeks.

I swear I saw a television actor. An older man, donít know his name, but my grandmother used to love him.

But crikey, Patrick. I look around here and I have all this Ė I feel like Iím living in Buckingham Palace Ė and then I think about you on the other side of the world in my tiny Pandanus Cottage which is Ė well, youíll have seen it for yourself by now Ė itís very basic, isnít it? Perhaps I should have warned you that I donít even have a flat screen TV.

Do write and tell me how you are Ė hopefully not struck dumb with horror.

Cheers, as you Brits say,



To: Patrick Knight <patrick.knight@mymail.com>

From: Molly Cooper <molly.cooper@flowermail.com>

Subject: Are you there yet?

Sorry to sound like your mother, Patrick, but could you just drop a quick line to let me know youíve arrived and youíre OK and the house is OK?


P.S. Iím still happy and excited, but I canít believe how cold it is here. Isnít it supposed to be spring?






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