A good weekend, particularly yesterday's lunch. Most of the England squad left yesterday morning for a flight back to London, but Toby Flood, Mathew Tait and I were booked on a later flight to Newcastle which afforded us a rare and treasured opportunity to eat well and enjoy the city. The restaurant: Le Comptoir in the Latin Quarter. I thoroughly recommend it.

It was a good time to relax and the topic was definitely not rugby. It was more the food, a French restaurant with a lot of food from the southwest most of which was new to us.

We were taken there by a friend of ours, Arnaud, who we got to know when he was a liaison officer to the England team during the World Cup. Being a kicker, and thus always requiring late lifts back from training because I've stayed to kick, I often find myself building up quite close relationships with the liaison officer seconded to the team. And unfortunately for Arnaud, I've bored the life out of him because of my keenness to practice my French.

At least I was able to help my struggling team-mates through the French menu, though Floodie and Taity spent most of the time poking fun at each other over what they were eating and who is the more adventurous eater. I would say that Taity probably just about shades Floodie here, though he does seem to have a 24-7 sushi habit. And Floodie won't be happy about this because he likes to think he's an Egon Ronay fine-diner type.

I had a fantastic coquelet. There was also, before, a very interesting foie gras of a variety of different colours and textures most of which went down Taity's throat and quite a lot down the front of his shirt, too.

This kind of thing is too rare, but no one will be surprised to know that, in years gone by, I wouldn't have done this at all, win or lose.

I'd have avoided it on account of people recognising me, I'd have thought it a hassle and anyway I'd be thinking that I should be in the gym.

I just choose to see it differently, and thank goodness for that because the French public in and around the restaurant were great, really friendly, shouting “Bravo!” and “Good match!” So why shouldn't we embrace it?

For me, it was just a nice opportunity to enjoy the day. And I should explain that that was because it was a great day, a great, sunny day in Paris - not because we had won the day before. Whether we won or lost doesn't stop it still being a great, sunny day in Paris. I now enjoy days like this, whatever the result.

What has all this got to do with England beating France? For me, it is this. When I have been doing my media duties in this Six Nations Championship, a constant theme has been the No10 situation: me and Danny Cipriani. I don't know how many questions I have answered on this subject and there were more after Saturday's game, too. “Did I think I'd done enough to keep my place?” - that kind of thing.

In years gone by - in the days when you wouldn't have seen me dead at Le Comptoir - I'd have been concerned about all this, confused and worried about what everyone was thinking about me. It would have been hard to handle.

But now, I've lost the desire to be thought of in any way. I'll always try to be my best and it's not that I don't care if the public think I'm rubbish, it's that I don't care what they think at all. If it's good enough and I get selected again, that's great; if it's not, then I'll honestly accept it and wish Danny or whoever else the very best.

But the bottom line I've already mentioned. I'll always try to be my best; I do want people to know that and hopefully they do. Whether they like the results, that's another matter.