Monday 12 January 2015
-2 breathy curly weather
Up and dressed early and find that the sun has melted just enough ice off the windscreen to be able to leave immediately. It is a great morning to be alive. The fields sparkle ice and green and the Pyrénées are a jagged, deep mauve on the horizon.
Arrive at the house for the revisit before signature of the purchase contract. The buyers are there already. Both the owner and I are on pins because the buyers only had one visit before making an offer and they haven’t seen the property since last April. The man looks really ill and the lady tells me that they have had dengue fever (but not before I have kissed them hello). This apparently involves a very high fever with rash and in the recovery period, joint pains. The poor man can hardly climb the stairs – he is in his 70’s to start with. Am relieved to feel that the owner has put the heating on. The last time I was here, the chill went straight to my bones. I am less pleased to see that when she has taken the light fittings off the wall in the living room, hallway and two bedrooms, she has not even left a light bulb. The purchasers don’t say anything. She has also repaired the superficial cracking that would have freaked them out.
Two hours pass, we have a coffee in the local bar and a trio of people from a rival agency come in. One of them sees me and looks as if she has swallowed a prune. We had a bit of a set to over three years ago and it looks like she is still bearing a grudge.
Back home for quick lunch then pick up the purchasers and take them into town for the signature of the purchase document. Technology has arrived in our little town! The notary had the document up on a television screen, controlled from a tablet, and all the annexes were easily accessed and reviewed. Big improvement on her technique for the last eleven years, which was to spend most of the time shuffling around the vast amounts of paper involved. Hurrah for trees!! Signature was electronic so we must have saved about half an hour and at least 200 pieces of paper.
On arriving back home, look at WF’s emails and discover he has secured some work. What a great day this is turning out to be. Three months work for a national youth helpline and starting on Monday. This is news to WF as he has not yet got into the habit of opening his emails at the start of the day (and often not by the end either, sigh). He will be able to buy a new laptop as his current one whirrs like a supersonic heading down the runway.
Find some good new houses to contact whilst prospecting on the private web ads. Must clean the house for Friday visit. OH has been out clearing up rubbish and putting gravel in the dips in the courtyard.