At the house

Monday 7 April

Bloody awful night’s sleep.  The next door neighbours were having a party, the upstairs neighbours were apparently moving furniture.  Chris, however, managed to snore his way through the whole thing.

We left Kate’s apartment by 6am, when it was still dark but due to an unfortunate being-locked-in-the-car-park incident followed by a going-on-the-wrong-motorway incident we didn’t leave Aix until 6.40!

Good weather and a fast journey, broken by a couple of pit stops meant that we arrived at the house around 2pm.  The house looked good in the sunshine and the garden was unrecognisable with weeds everywhere.  Oh good, I thought.  But the house didn’t smell musty when we opened it, the rat poison had all been eaten, most things worked [but not the hot water geyser, which is a disaster as the one on the caravan doesn’t work either].  No internet though so a quick trip to McDonald’s car park while the washing was drying in the laundrette, a meal in the local hypermarket and home to wrestle with the internet problem and drape damp washing over the furniture. 

Although it’s still light at 8.30.  We try to decide which bed to sleep in.  House or caravan?  They are both surprisingly clean after 6 months’ abandonment.   I’m too knackered to think about it so we settle for the caravan.  Better the devil you know, for tonight, at least.  So two of the great unwashed crawled into our caravan bed, hoping tomorrow will bring something good.  A hot shower perhaps?