Etat des lieux

At 6pm we did the Etat des Lieux.

It was great fun, our landlord and landlady are lovely people, very funny and very kind. Most of the time was spent finding faults with the way the house was built some four years ago. There we are, old house or new, there's problems.

The new tenant is an "artisan painter" (painter and decorator) and he was very useful in explaining that all the aluminium sliding windows he has ever seen begin to fail after about 1 or 2 years. You have to replace the rollers in the bottom. That explains why the one side of the most used window makes a funny noise. Normal wear and tear.

It was funny to think back to the first time I met them, when I said "Bonjour messieurs" to Mr and Mrs Taste. I didn't remind them of it, but if I had they would have laughed lots.

By about 7pm we bid our tearful farewells to two very kind proprietors and a house where we have been very comfortable at a time of great changes, thanking God for all his kindness.

We are encouraged to think that he will continue to bless us in new ways in our house in Pessac.

Comments

Anonymous said…
May the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ go and abide with you, now and for ever.

And all the people said....
9:25 pm
Alan said…
p.s. Taste rhymes with last, said in a northern accent with a nice short "a".

p.s. I asked the new tenant what one does to paint over crepis (we have a grey roughcast living-room). He said "huile de coude" (elbow grease) and LOTS of paint.

Bang goes my theory of a paint sprayer!
9:14 am
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