David and I have in our possession a contract! Le Monteil is about to exchange, well when we work out where to sign... the ipad has been the scene of swipy frenetic activity as he google translates a hefty document en francais... Of course after we've done that there is the quaint (irritating) French law that says all the local farmers have to be written to and given first refusal to buy the house at the same price...and they have 8 weeks in which to do it or forever hold their silence. Hopefully they're not averse to two homolulus from Britain moving in with fabric swatches and endless colour charts so they don't club together, sell one of their wives, a cow and the henhouse made out of a 2Cv in order to protect the neighbourhood. I am not going to worry. Just like I am fairly sanguine (notice the odd French word slipping in there) about whether our house sells, if I can learn to drive a tractor and if we ever get the planning permission we need. I have noticed that worries which originate from other people's actions and which spring up on you when you least expect it (mostly what happens in an office) eat away at you more than worries orginiating from your own deliberate actions. ie "I've taken on a crumbling French wreck with more personal implications than getting a visible tattoo whilst drunk" is quite alright versus "the board are going to give you six additional deadlines and halve the time in which you need to do them" Maybe it's about being more in charge of your own destiny? Living your life for your self? Living with your own actions...
Madam mayor still hasn't passed judgement on the roof renovations so they cannot go ahead. What is she doing? By her own admission she only has 85 constituents some of which must be livestock, if she wants constituents 86 and 87 she needs to do a man from Del Monte on our polite request.
I need to pay closer attention to the upcoming election in France. It has more implications to me now...Apparently Sarkozy is in trouble but Iron Girdle is going to pop over and campaign for him.. is she going to leaflet houses? How will she do it? Will she get a new chocolate brown suit for the occasion? I rather think she's too busy getting bank notes printed on Greece proof paper....
Exchange rate back over 1.2 thank you Greece but if it and Rangers go bust in the same week there will be some unhappy kebab shop owners in Glasgow and I don't want that on my conscience for the sake of a petrol strimmer
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