This is the great opportunity to correct mistakes, so the false granite is being dumped in favour of Rick's design and even more tiles from Orriule. It just has to be done. Saved again from a ghastly error. But there is a terrible smell coming from the kitchen drain as, even though the house is not finished, you can run water into a sink in the kitchen which disappears into new plumbing. But the pong is dreadful - so there is room for improvement there.
It was a very brief visit made with Sian and Ian (soon to be married). We lit the barbecue on Saturday night and sat outside with the almost full moon. The barbecue is an old tractor metal tyre surround, anyway, it's brilliant for the task. With lots of wood around and a generous supply of extremely fine wine - we sang through the night dodging the bats, stray cats and Monsieur Cazemajor's cows that came to watch us behave erratically. We bought some good wine to take home - a grand cru here and there and were forced to try every bottle because each was delicious, but the Pommerol may be beaten by the St Emilion Grand Cru - we just had to see.
Sunday was frail, but we were happy. The house is fabulous and I can't wait to get into it. But winter is coming, the flat is not sold, and I don't fancy starting my life in Oraas in the winter - what with short days, lots to paint, unknown wood burning stove and open fire arrangements - so it'll be the springtime for me. And that's a definite. Offers are being made on the dreaded flat - but they aren't yet satisfactory enough and I'm already pitching it at a financial loss of eye watering proportions, so any further drop and I might as well give it away. En avant.
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