16 July 2018
It feels like we have been stuck inside an airport terminal for weeks, waiting for our flight. A departure lounge with no air conditioning. In actual fact we are just ‘trapped’ inside our flat, half packed waiting for the news of an exchange date.
Our coach house is an ideal winter bolt hole, warm and cosy and comfortable. It is not so great during an English heatwave when we have to leave all the windows open and Rick barks at all the noises of the estate. He is pining for his garden. The solicitors and estate agents are leading us a merry dance. Three weeks ago we were told we would be exchanging on ‘Wednesday’ so we rushed home to start the packing. Since then three Wednesdays have gone by and we are still waiting. We are fairly confident that the sale will go ahead (apparently there is a problem with deposit money coming from abroad and having to go via the UK tax office) but we dare not book the removal company until exchange is confirmed. So we are stuck here and getting extremely bored and frustrated. And hot.
Fortunately we managed to sell and complete on our rental property within five weeks. The solicitors expressed surprise when we said we wanted to exchange and complete on the same day but why wait when the house was empty and the vendors were temporarily living in a camper van. It all went through incredibly simply.
As soon as we get the long awaited ‘phone call on this place we can finish packing in 24 hours, put everything into storage and hot foot it back to France to enjoy the remainder of the summer.