Posted by: kathandroger | September 10, 2017

The Barn is ours at last!

Doing anything which involves legal matters takes months in France. There is no point in getting wound up about it; just have another glass of nice wine and reassure oneself that all will happen in due course. Such it was with the barn across the road. We had not bid at the auction of the large plot of property which includes the barn on the “gentlemans’ agreement” that we would buy it from the new owner, thus enabling him to gain the property at a very good price. But that was nine months ago, and each time we asked about our purchase, some reason was given why things had not moved forward. Typically the project began only when we cycled with the local Notaire in one of our club rides recently. We knew him vaguely socially, and Kath had phoned his office a few days before to gain any news, and it must have had some effect as he confirmed we would be sent an appointment in the next few days whilst we were puffing up the local hills on our bicycles.

The Notaire has no direct equivalent in the UK. He is a qualified lawyer, who for some reason wants to spend his life poring over boring legal documents in front of bemused clients. His training, after the law degrees, takes many years, and he is authorized by the state although his business is run by himself, charging huge fees for his work which are recommended by the government. IMG_3836He has his own offices adorned by the Notaires’ badge and his own staff of several. A very secure and well paid job for life, but oh what a bore! We had to sit in front of his projected documents and go through them interminably for nearly two and a half hours, and all for a rotten (literally) old barn. Francois, the young vendor, attended with his mother and spent most of the time planning out his next gig as a disc jockey. The best bit was when we had to sign on the dotted line, not on paper but with one of the new fancy computer sticks!

Anyway, work has begun on the old building, and much cussing had been done trying to attach new weather shielding to old rotting timbers high up on borrowed scaffolding in wind and rain.IMG_3837And on top of that the washing had to be done and hung out right in front of my project. The dog loves to come and watch, but has a tendency to run onto the road, necessitating my angry descent from the apparatus and tying the animal to a post. She has learned how to bite through rope in minutes and is no help in the project! I reckon I have been up and down the ladder more times than she has scratched her parts, and now have thighs like tree trunks.

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