The new flat

 Did I say that we are buying a flat here for "retirement"?

Well it's just up the road, near the tram stop. Just four storeys high, with lift and roof garden and stuff. Our bedroom windows will face south (good for getting the sun in to warm the place in the winter) and the living room window will face west (good for sunsets). We'll be about 50 yards from the tram stop and surrounded by houses and so on. Shops and things a little nearer than now. 

Anyway...

At the end of the month we're due to sign the contract to buy and to make our first and largest payment. So on Wednesday morning we spent a happy hour or so working out how to get the money transferred from a UK account into our French current account so that we could then transfer it to the Notaire's account when we sign the contract. It involved scanning various documents, taking photos of ourselves, phoning offices in the UK, filling in forms, scanning and emailing them. Frankly I was a little alarmed at how smoothly it all seemed to go and I am looking forward to confirmation that all is in order !

Meanwhile Pat noticed action at the place where the flats will be built. Currently occupied by an old warehouse serving a termite eradication company, it seemed as if someone was working up there. I trotted up for a quick glance and, sure enough, "Attila Demolitions" had started work. Two short days later everything was reduced to a pile of rubble, and our friendly local property developer had sent us a photo to show us that things had started.


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