On my return I had telephoned everyone I could think of about the missing items from the house and barns. Turns out that Monsieur Gain the plumber said that strangely enough he had taps and a shower head go missing from the house. Then Monsieur Larressat's crowd said that tools had gone missing. But most importantly some things I was giving home to for a friend in Australia went missing - and that's family heirlooms. They went along with my brand new coffee maker.
So Loic rang the mayor of the village, Monsieur Touza and the story unravelled. Over the last four months there had been a string of complaints about items going missing from all the surrounding villages. Two and two started to add up and it eventually equalled up at Salies de Bearn where two n'er-do-wells from - guess where - the south east of France were holed up enjoying a four month stealing spree. They appeared in court last week.
So I rang the mayor and he said that he was going to his village, Oraas, to tell everyone to keep an eye on my house, but that I do need to padlock the gates to stop such people from driving in their trucks and filling them up with other people's stuff.
Now would you expect that in a quiet rural village with a population of no more than 62? Well I didn't. Though I have a history. In Manchester, living in posh Didsbury, I was burgled 13 times in 16 years; I moved into a flat in Whalley Range and was burgled in the first month and now in Oraas, I've been burgled and I haven't even got there.
Still the good news is that I have been overwhelmed with the level of action and concerned care taken particularly by Loic and Monsieur Gain and then the mayor and Monsieur Larressat. What more can I wish for with so many guardian angels, so my faith is restored. Vive L'Oraas.
Now what about that progress report you promised me last Monday Guillhaume?
posted by French Deal @ 1:19 pm
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