Issue No. 13

our dream house... and then I got the message "Found something possible"
The morning before he was due to leave, in
desperation he parked his car by the Place
Colbert in Rochefort and went round estate
agents collecting magazines in the rack
outside each door. Settling into a chair at a
café with a coffee he set to work. It took an
hour to cull through the properties and by
the time he finished it was nearly lunchtime
and he still had nothing to show for
his efforts. Looking up, he saw an agency
on the far side of the square he had
missed. He paid for his coffee and set off
across the cobbles.
The estate agent gathered some particulars
of properties that fitted our requirements.
Two of them, my husband had already
visited, and his heart sank as he scanned
the rest. As he did so, the agent fussed with
a notepad, and looked up; "I have something
else, but I don't have any particulars
for it, I'm afraid. It came on the market two
days ago and we already had someone to
see it. Would you like to have a look, maybe
next week? It is within your price-range,
and it is in a village..."
"Yes," laughed my husband, "but it will have
to be today!”
The man across the table scowled at the
difficulties this was going to present, but he
picked up the phone and made a call, and
then asked, "This afternoon, after lunch?"
That was when I received the message I
had been hoping for, a simple text which
read
"FOUND SOMETHING POSSIBLE WILL
CALL LATER XXX"
It was in a village, it had a large garden,
outbuildings, grapevines and a fig tree and
the village had a school and a bakery. It met
just about all of our requirements. It
belonged to a very old lady, and his heart
quailed at the thought of finding something
in a perfect situation, but in complete
disrepair as the asking price would leave
little change from the budget for much
more than a new coat of paint.