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Aug 07
2010
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Pushy .... or competitive?Posted by janetlangman in living in France |
The week kicked off with a phone call from a former client. A client who had seen every house in her budget range in the local area; and was still renting. My heart sank - please God, she didn't want to start looking again. Fortunately not, her sister wanted to sell her holiday home, which she had bought two years ago, refurbished and then gone back to Tokyo, never to return. We met up and she took me around. All of the furniture was covered in white sheeting. Shades of Miss Haversham... My client told me how much her sister had paid for the house and I was stunned into almost silence - a loss of E80 000 was easily achievable over today's property prices. I promised to do an Analyse Comparative du Marche and we had a very jolly lunch.
It is my birthday today. Early morning heralded thunder and lightening followed by torrential rain. Happily followed by cards and presents - Rick Stein's Coast to Coast (must start cooking something from all of my cook books or at my great age I am never going to get through them all) and chocolates.
There are four types of French dogs. There are handbag dogs, hunting dogs, tied up dogs and dogs on the loose.



