Monday 4
May 2015
Overcast 25
degrees very sticky and humid
Appointment
this morning with a colleague from the Lot et Garonne who has some clients who
want to see a chateau I have for sale in a neighbouring department. The owner is a feisty German lady well
advanced in years who has a passion for politics. She is a proud Prussian as is, apparently,
Angela Merkel. You risk losing easily an
hour if you make the mistake of mentioning any form of politics. Her tenuous grasp of both English and French
does not hold her back from expressing her many and varied, and rather
alarmingly right wing, opinions.
I get there
early and wait in a bar and drink coffee and my colleague has got lost at the
infernal intersection in the city an hour to the north which sends people east
instead of south but he is en route.
There is wifi in the bar and I get an email from the Russian saying he
cannot pay the deposit and is not sure when he will get the money, if at all. This is as I feared. I ring my notaire and she is very
unhappy. I text the owners and then
email the other buyers who were gutted to have lost out and they are thrilled
and say we must talk on Wednesday. Alas
they have come via an introducer who takes 30% which is extraordinary for
someone who does nothing more than pass on a telephone number and email
address. I must go into that line of
business in my next life.
It
transpires, when my colleague finally arrives, that he does not have a mobile
number for the clients and they are very, very late. He also has no signal at all on his
phone. Finally, the clients ring head
office who ring me and give me a different mobile number and we get hold of the
clients who are then two hours late. I
decide to show my colleague the property and then leave him to it.
Back home,
starving and exhausted. The internet
and phone is still offline. I really
don’t know how I am supposed to work in these conditions. Go down to the rental units and work there. At seven, bored out of my skull, walk through
town and am tempted to take an apero so have a kir and think how pleasant it
must be just to sit with friends and drink in the early evening with the sun
shining and some nibbles to nibble on.
Tear myself away after an hour and find OH frying up eggs and bacon and
beans when I get back. We really need to
do a big shop. There is nothing in the
cupboard.
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