This is beginning to really get to me. I don't think I am ever going to get to Oraas. The Manchester flat remains a millstone - with the property collapse, finding a tenant is the only option. So that's the plan, only trouble is three others in the doomed house want new tenants at exactly the same time. Another relentless hurdle. Changing to a let mortgage is proving to be difficult. The powers at work sacked six of the higher paid - me being one. There seems no break here.
Still off to France to recouperate from virtual mental collapse. Four weeks might get me back on track - that's if Guillhaume ever plans to finish the Oraas house off. Visitors are now banned as visitors work on the principle that I know nothing, have no abilities and should be recreating a lifestyle in France that is theirs. Therefore advice is nothing more that total invasion without any regard to the life I am trying to build for myself.
Perhaps a sunset from the balcony will straighten out my soul. Let's hope so. Then I can come back to Manchester to jump another hurdle another day.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
What do you do when you reach OAP invisibility and have no ties? A farm in France could be the solution, especially when you didn't mean to buy it but got seduced by a gay ex-shepherd turned estate agent who sells you an abode in Carresse-Oraas. This is an adventure.
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