Things couldn't really have got much worse last week when we drove over to Boulougne to view our proposed new house for the second time before signing the paper. On the drive over we excitedly went over just how wonderful the house was for the umpteenth time, reiterating again how much the kids were going to love it. And despite our 4am start, they played their part in getting overexcited on the boat and generally behaving like maniacs. We arrived in Montreuil sur Barse in Aude where we were staying with our French relatives and had a great time reacquainting ourselves with as much wine and cheese as we could.
All was well until the next day, Friday. I woke up in time to go for a run. The first one in about 4 months so it wasn't as part of my daily regime, more of a 'please don't get any fatter' effort. It rained as I huffed and puffed along the country road and in my excitement I did a couple of Mary Poppin-esque side step taps and laughed gleefully in anticipation of seeing our house in Thoires once more. We arrived at 11am and waited in the rain for ten minutes for the proprietor to turn up to unlock the house. I glanced ruefully down at my canvas shoes and berated myself for being such a t*t in allowing myself to think that it would obviously be sunny because we had crossed the channel. Wellies were in order. Not canvas pumps. The children were in equally unsuitable clothing but didn't care as they screeched and squealed running around the house, arguing over who was going to have which room. Screaming as a bat flew out of the grenier and then delighting in the grange at all the space they would have to play in. We were equally as happy, measuring up and discussing again what we were going to do. So it was all a bit of a shock when we returned after lunch to continue as before (only a lot wetter), to find that the downstairs had flooded. The estate agent's wife had turned up in time to see this and the proprietor came back in to the house screaming in shock. The estate agent, via his wife, explained that it really wasn't a big problem and we just needed to do this and that and it would all be sorted. We didn't fall for this and the next day we backed out of the signing the Compromis de Vente. Yes, it was flooding like never seen before in the region since the 50's.. but it was also a sign of much more investigations and renovations than we had bargained for or could afford. The estate agent said the seller wouldn't renegoatiate price.. how much of this was true is unknown.
So with a heavy heart and mounting concern as to what to do as we were about to exchange contracts on our house in England, we set up about trying to hook up with estate agents and search for a new house. It was at this time that my 16 month old's son's health took a turn for the worse and was admitted into the hospital in Troyes. So from Saturday to Tuesday we took it in turns to try and jolly up an exceedingly frustrated baby who was attached to the wall by his nose (oxygen) - the French relatives not daunted by the extent of our problems, continued to insist to know who was coming back for another 3 hour lunch/dinner and when that person would arrive. By the time we had managed to locate internet and purchase a French pay as you go mobile, the two day bank holidays had arrived. And we couldn't speak to anyone, let alone view anything. On Friday, a week later, we managed to view 5 more houses, none of which were suitable for various reasons. On Saturday we drove home, feeling glum while the kids' excitement, this time, was due to being desperate to get back to England, disappointed with their trip to France.
So as I sit here now, my cat Seamus, watching me type, purring contentedly and waiting for my lap to become available, I am about to stop telling the tale of my woes and ring the solicitors to tell them that we can't continue with the sale of our house. We shall find out about renting here and renting in France. We shall look into how much my son's ongoing health problems will cost us when taking out top up health insurance. We shall see if we can instead live here for a couple more years (unlikely). I am also going to look at the South of France, near Carcassonne and Montpelier and see if there is a possibility (my mum has a house near Carcassonne) as I feel that if we are going to make this move then why don't we just do it to somewhere a heck of a lot warmer and hopefully drier (the wet canvas shoes are haunting me).
And to top it all. I have put on nigh-on half a stone. Joy.
P.s. If anyone knows any agencies for renting in Aude, then do share :-)