'Lost en France' shares our experiences as we go house hunting in France, find and buy a 'bargain', move in and start to enjoy a new dimension to our lives - We hope you find it both engaging and helpful.
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I'm still building this blog, setting up the 'Retrospective' pages which describe our activities between first embarking on this adventure and finally deciding to create this blog. However, I've decided to create the first blog post as we've hit the first major milestone to occur since I started blogging - the receipt of the Compromise and the Diagnostic Reports. The Compromise is the first of two contractual documents and commits both parties to the sale of the property. The other contract is the main contract at the end of the process. Rather than travel to France we had decided to give the notaire (similar to a solicitor but working for the State rather than the two parties) power of attorney to sign the Compromise on our behalf. This seemed seemed sensible as it involved no additional fees and saved us the journey. We would still have a 10-day cooling off period and, even if we had traveled there, the chances of understanding even a small part of what we w
As we had Friday off, it was back to DIY today – the last full ‘free’ day I have as I’ll be working from home tomorrow and we head back to the UK on Friday. Poor old Sally was back in the ‘future’ bathroom, stripping paper that was very reluctant to be stripped. Me? I rubbed down the filling on the study ceiling, washed it and gave it a coat of paint and then gave the kitchen ceiling its second coat. Then a bit of a break before touching up a number of metal details on the window furniture and then a second coat, once dry for the study ceiling. All in all, a good day’s work. Monday through Thursday saw Sally has been odd-jobbing/cleaning and tidying up as we wind down to our departure on Friday morning. Nothing of much not to relate – except the kindness of the neighbours. First it was Pilli and David; they came around with a bag of foraged apples. I believe they were by way of an ‘apology’ for asking us to move the car on a couple times when they took deliveries and for the
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