So after finding our house in France on the internet, paying our deposit on spec, visiting France to see it (and the town) in the flesh before signing the papers (my naturally cautious nature kicking in), waiting for settlement, arranging to leave our life in Australia behind for 12 months, getting married and honeymooning in Asia, we finally arrived in Argenton-sur-Creuse in central France…
…full of excitement and anticipation, and headed straight down the road from the railway station to the estate agent to collect our keys.
“So where are you going to stay?” the estate agent asked us, “At the house” we replied, much to her surprise – obviously not the normal thing to do when buying a “renovator’s delight!”
And then, with more than a little disappointment, we confirmed that we had no water, no electricity or gas, and no immediate delivery of our pre-ordered furniture. Oh dear.
She kindly helped us organise a hotel room at “Premiere Classe” in Chateauroux (about 30km away) closeby to the store from which we had ordered our furniture. I called it a space-capsule when we arrived, but at least we could enjoy a shower, a meal and a good night’s sleep before making arrangements to collect our furniture the following day (instead of waiting the 2 or more weeks for delivery).
She also organised us a taxi so we could off-load most of our luggage at our house before heading for Chateauroux. (We found it funny that the taxi driver had her 2 kids in the car, and funnier still that these little kids could speak fluent French – why couldn’t we?)
So anyway, after Tony surprised me with the traditional carrying-over-the-threshold, we explored the house and discovered that nothing had been cleared out since we first saw it – odd pieces of rubbish and furniture still strewn around – from the entry…
… to the attic.
I rang the estate agent in the morning to complain… it’s amazing how quickly people’s English can disappear.