I think it’s fair to say Miles and I are both really annoyed at the “delay” in moving forward. The extra 8-10 days doesn’t seem much in the overall scheme of things but is actually very frustrating. For weeks we have been working towards the big “depart”, and we now find ourselves living amongst boxes that we didn’t need to have packed, rearranging work for clients, losing the phones & internet before we have moved to Quarante, and all the time knowing that there is SO much to do that we can’t get started.
We have 2 whiteboards on the go and now new lists added to old lists.
In this “void” of moving activity we are both trying (and in my case failing) to focus on some work.
As my mind wandered it suddenly occurred to me that Monday will not be my first visit to the Notaires office in Quarante. The last time I went there was with my Dad when he bought his first house in Cruzy. That seems a very long time ago now, certainly before I had nieces and nephews. But then I also checked the timing. It was November 2000. I wish I could recall the exact date, but somehow it’s just a little bit spooky that 12 years ago (almost to the day) a different French adventure began, and I will find myself sitting back in exactly the same room.