I must say I always thought it was one of those fashionable words: "lifestyle". IF I have a lifestyle, it would be a very restricted one, as my life is. I suppose my lifestyle is defined by my obsessions: beauty (art and antiques, all cheaply bought at jumble sales), books (English literature, ghost stories, poetry and everything about the UK, 19th century England, pets and women), my dog and cats... I model my life mostly on how a genteel woman of little means would have lived it in 19th century England: I am a woman of leisure (not out of choice) and small means too, so I fill my days with household duties (which I perform myself, of course), bracing walks (constitutionals), the required social contact (family, some neighbours, one dear female friend), reading, needlework, drawing and painting. I dislike excess and uncivility. So I suppose I cling to a lifestyle for which there is really no place in this modern world...