"Oh, New York," Rosie says, letting out a long sigh as she collapses overdramatically back against the sofa. "I'd have loved to go there. Just a city or not." She grins, sitting back up again. "No, Oxford is lovely, especially the bits around the university, all the old buildings and stone and the funny little streets. I didn't think it was when I was living there, but now that I'm away from it..."

She shrugs, looking idly towards the television for a moment. "It's funny, how you can't appreciate a thing until you're not there any longer."