Going to the line on the Landaise!

We put in the offer on the house the evening before leaving for Britain. The vendors accepted our offer the next day. We spent the next month in Britain, aware that we had 45 days to apply for our mortgage - and that we couldn't apply before being back in France (access to documents etc.) Last week we filled in the forms and got all the documentation together and sent off the forms.

Now we need our mortgage companies to respond quickly. One, if not both, advertises a response in two working days. We need the response today or tomorrow.

I'll ring them this afternoon and see how things are.

It will be interesting to see how this works through.

Is God leading us to live in the Landaise?
Will we fall at some hurdle along the way?
If so is it his plan that we continue to rent (expensively)?
Or that we still hunt for a house in Pessac?
Or that we look more widely?
Or a more radical rethink?

We'll see. The one thing we are sure of is that God knows the way he is taking us and we trust him.

OK - OUR bank - the decision in principle was posted on the 14th. It sounds like it was a yes, because they say that for the actual application they are waiting on some documents. (Wouldn't surprise me.)

OK - the other bank (a part of BNP) say they haven't received our forms, which were posted at the same time as the ones to our bank, even though our bank is in Caen, Normandy, and their office is about 4 miles away! We may end up having to go with our own bank.

What fun! I'll go and see the agents in the morning.

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