As Promised! Part 3...

As Promised! Part 2...

As Promised! Part 1...

Is it swine 'flu when some swine brings a germ from his office?

I'm not feeling 100%, so I am not doing the delicate thumbnail sized photos that I was planning to do!

I may come back later & edit this post, it depends how much it irritates me knowing I didn't make every effort to make it look OK.

So, just a load of BIG photos:

Of course, it doesn't look like that now.

Will post the "furniture pics" when the furniture is against walls!

Xylophèning

Not even sure if that's a word [well, actually pretty sure it isn't!], but let's pretend it is.

Apart from handling neurotoxins (that's what biocides are), the main downside to my activities seems to be the, ahem, reactivation of some dormant odours...

Someone in the past has had a kitty that sprayed the furniture!

I've met people who can live with that kind of smell (visit their homes and you KNOW), but it drives me potty - first I keep sniffing, in case I can pretend the stink is fictitious, and if I think it's fresh [more than once I've had cats come into the flat & spray - ooh yuck!], I'm there with my biological washing powder (I used to keep a box specially!) , and...

And I've forgotten the other thing to use!

I'm sure the enzymes in the bio washing powder break down something-or-other, and I can't remember why I needed the second (now forgotten) ingredient, so I'm resorting to searching the web for answers (very amusing, but not always helpful!) as I'd only had to clean paintwork before, and don't want to start scrubbing antique furniture.

Also hoping that as the solvent in the Xylophène seems to have "re-awoken" the smell it will go away again and the furniture cleaner that David just bought will deal with any lingering traces...

One time when I almost wish for the good old days before all noxious products became "low odour".

Oh and how I missed the good old-fashioned gloss that smelled and covered so much better when I was painting the flat!

To be fair, I'd probably use leaded paint if I could find it - the doors in the bedroom date back to 1850 (and it seems to be the original paint) - it's taken a year of builders in the house to damage the finish!

OK, OK, health & safety, but that stuff must have been GOOD!

30 in the Shade

It's just gone 7pm, and the temperature in the house has dropped to 28°C [I knew I should never have opened the windows/doors; glad I left all the shutters closed!], but outside it's still 30°C in the shade.

And that's "proper" shade, not like mum does and waits till the sun has moved off the thermometer!

Still, opening up the house brought the humidity down to under 50% (it was 80% in the bedroom when I got up); I will be glad when the hemp-lime insulation has dried out and I can just concentrate on keeping the house cool!

I want to go for a walk, but I don't want to risk overheating - there's still power in the sun, even now.

Hmmm!

Might have dinner then decide...

Wildlife

It's good to be back in the countryside; I know I can see squirrels & foxes in Brixton much more easily than if we lived in the country, but somehow that doesn't equate to the exhilaration of nearly treading on a hare!!

On my walks I have spotted so many hares I've lost count, and plenty of deer and buzzards.

I'm getting pretty blasé [surely that should be "blasée"?!] about the wonderful wildlife I am seeing; I can now even drive past orchids without stopping to take photos.

Unless it's one that is new to me, of course!

But I still got a thrill out of seeing a vixen with her two cubs playing in the verge one evening, and seeing a nearly-mature cub scooting across the road another evening.

Somehow, the sight of truly wild foxes (rather than urban ones) was much more exciting than even the close-ups I get of the fox that visits our garden.

David tells local people that we have seen hares; but it's like telling Londoners that you have seen pigeons - they can't quite see what the fuss is about, and can't imagine never having seen one till you get into your forties.

I've even had the local fauna dropping in on me! One afternoon I heard 'cheeping' sounds coming from the flue in the kitchen, and thought the sound was carrying from the roof or chimney pot; but it was awfully loud. I went upstairs, but it was much quieter there, so assumed that the flue was acting like a "speaking tube", and just hoped that whatever was on the chimney hadn't nested there.

Luckily it was a warm dry day, so I had all the doors and windows open...

Which saved a LOT of bother when a fledgling redstart dropped through the opening! He didn't seem fazed by this at all; I admit to being a bit startled.

A few moments to gather his wits sitting on my furniture, then he hopped to the window sill and before I could grab my camera he was off!

Have had to chase plenty of butterflies out of the house (and one out of the car; that was a bit distracting as I was driving!), but we came too late for the swallows to act as squatters!

[They come in looking for a place to nest; last year I could tell from the way they went quiet that they had flown into the house, & spent many minutes "herding" them out - I love birds, but they keep different hours than I do, and unlike Irish jaunting car horses, I can't put nappies on them!]

I also saw a linnet (a name that had dropped from my memory till I was trying to identify this tiny little bird we'd seen); it reminded me of the ornamental finches that people keep in cages, and obviously it's the same family!

Now I shall be humming My Old Man Said Follow the Van for the rest of the day!!

2 answers for the price of one!

Yes, I can do 140 characters of post! Now, do I want to...?

The hare in question was one of the six I saw last night when I went for my walk.

I like to go for a walk along the farm tracks, go under one bridge, walk along by the side of the motorway, over the next bridge and back home: it's about 1½ to 1¾ hours with plenty of ups & downs and there's a wood one field away from the track by the motorway, so an ideal opportunity to startle deer and hares!

I was strolling along and happened to look down at the verge, and there was a hare crouched down 3' to 4' away from me.

I was mesmerised; he looked as though he was hypnotised, so I risked trying to get my camera out...

Oops!

I can see why "haring" ["hareing" looks better, but apparently is not] is used to describe extreme scarpering!

What am I doing now?

Debating whether to sign up for Twitter…

And thinking about whether to post about my hare

Yes, that is the leporine kind not the hirsute sort!

Still here...

[Now why did I type the word "still" and have to fight a temptation to follow it with "crazy after all these years"? Too much retro listening, courtesy of Amazon and YouTube?]

I'm sitting here in the gloom reading Life on the C Train, the blog of a lady I'll never meet called Clare who writes beautifully, and generally helps me find a lighter way to look at things, and thinking "Hmmmm! Must do something on my blog... "

So here's a start!

Well, no photos yet [they're living in the camera; or are they just shy?] and as the place is a mess again, I might just wait till David comes back and take some more photos when we've moved all our furniture!

Yup! We went out & went a bit potty!

For the price of 2 dressers (i.e. prices that we have seen in England/a more expensive dépôt-vente), we bought:

• 4 dressers
• 2 tables (these were included with 2 of the dressers: a set called a salle à manger, but I suspect David thinks of it as a BOGOF!)
• 13 chairs (as above)
• 1 sideboard
• 2 wardrobes
• 1 bed frame (BOGOF, as before)
• 1 desk
• a trouser/jacket stand (think "Corby", but without the press bit)
• 1 bedside table

And on one of the days we weren't looking for furniture/borrowing a van to bring furniture home/going to Troyes to load furniture into a van so the bloke could deliver it, we went and...

Bought a boulangère stand!

My excuse is that at 20% off, it was worth it to buy it a day earlier - paid for the diesel we used and then some!

So, the long and the short of it is: lots of old furniture [either with woodworm, or that has been standing around for months next to furniture that has woodworm] artfully arranged around the kitchen so that I can get at almost all of it to give it three coats of woodworm treatment...

No photos here then!

Photos...

I said I would post some pictures of the house now the builders have gone...

The problem is I don't want to, until I've got the place a bit [lot!] tidier.

My self-imposed deadline is Thursday evening; I want it to resemble a home by the time David gets back, so I should be able to take some shots on Friday...

The only delay is I'm getting fed up with cleaning things!

Yesterday I had a break to do "manly" things [saw up some timber/move our demolished floor so I can get the car in the barn again], which cheered me up no end; I like work that shows a result.

A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!

"Felicitations!"

Just had a lovely surprise...

I was checking my emails (have got the computer on the dining table so I can look out of the window whilst "working"), and I saw what looked like M. Lorin going into the churchyard.

It was a white van (and may well have been a C15; who knows [who cares]?), so I kept an eye out to see if it was indeed M. Lorin when he reappeared.

Which it was, so he had an impromptu visit to look around the house.

I had been a bit concerned: it was his house, and we have made some radical changes, but he said it was lovely and congratulated us on the work, our taste and thought/foresight.

I owned up to the news stairs being M. Boyer's idea, and the wall around the back terrace being John's idea.

He said he was happy for us, and he agreed that we'd done what the house needed.

I told him I was so glad to hear that, because it had been his house that we've really knocked about, but he said it's truly our house now; and it feels it.

I'm happy now we've had his blessing.

Hygrometer...

It's fascinating being the proud owner of a hygrometer...

[Although I have to own up to getting my hygrometer confused with my hydrometer; people who know me might leap to conclusions!]

The day I was complaining about the rain (well, not complaining, more commenting on), I'd woken up and the bedroom smelled damp.

OK, slightly damp, and if you sniffed hard, but still more damp than not-damp.

Not being keen on damp, and being the proud owner of a dehumidifier (and a hygrometer), I thought "Aha! Let's see what you can do about this!"

The relative humidity in the bedroom was 94%. The rest of the house was about 68%...

[To put that into context today is less humid-feeling than yesterday and the house is around 50% humidity - comfortable. The cellars were 83/84% yesterday (today 77%), and I was wondering if that was too damp to store my gardening tools...]

I've had the dehumidifier going almost constantly in the bedroom and that brought the level down to 52% (it's now 55% because I switched off the dehumidifier to see what effect opening the window would have instead; it had been too damp for air passing through to dry the room out), so the room is still damper than the rest of the house - it doesn't get air passing through it the same, as the door is near the window.

I've also been noting the humidity when the day feels "dry" to me and when it's been raining...

Conclusion: opening the windows on a dry day seems a lot more effective than a dehumidifier, but if you don't have a dry day a dehumidifier is brilliant!

Oh, and the damp smell in the bedroom passed in less than 24 hours and hasn't come back!

[And when I say damp smell, it's nothing like some of the things I've bought off eBay, so I wasn't too worried; just didn't want it getting any worse.]

Well, I'm fascinated anyway!

It's raining so much...

... that I don't want to go outside...

... that our drive is washing away down the road...

... that even our puddles have puddles!

Wow!

Finally got to take back possession of our house [that reminds me: change locks!] on Friday evening - a lovely feeling that there will be no more workmen for a while!

Not true, of course!

There are a few bit & bobs left to attend to (the HUGE pile of soil in the field, for a start), but nothing to prevent us moving in...

We slept here last night, and are starting to wind down now.

Sadly, David has already left for Paris and onward to London. :-(

And we've had our first visitor!

Alasdhair popped down for lunch (and breakfast as it turned out), and has kindly taken David back with him to Paris (saving David having to leave at 10.30 to catch his train).

Alasdhair really noticed all the changes (he hasn't seen it since we had the loo taken out of the kitchen!), and we'll invite him down again when David's on holiday - should be even nicer then!

Have done more washing up that I normally do in a month, but it's a wonderful thought that we don't have to put everything away again at the end of the summer!

We've got the standard 'English summer' weather (mixed, but predominantly rainy!), but I'm hoping it cheers up soon.

Either way, I'm loving being here.

Will take some photos on a beautiful sunny day & post them then.

Kind regards, and thank you for your interest,

Maria

Nearly finished?

We went to France for another weekend of gardening before a second UK-only Bank Holiday meeting which managed to save another of David's precious holiday days.

Gorgeous weather!

Sunday was 28°C in the shade - perfect for sitting out having breakfast, but I'm pretty tired at the moment [finally finished ALL the work I was doing on the flat in Brixton], and left the lion's share of gardening to David.

That's unusual for me, but I am conforting myself with the hope that the weather men are right (i.e. we get a summer that merits the name!), and the fact that I will soon be staying at the house, and can then get up early and weed before the heat builds...

It was only 38°C in the sun, but it gets so hot that it goes off the top of my thermometer - it only measures up to 53°C!

At our meeting on Monday, we were assured that all work will be finished by noon on Friday, 5th June...

Will believe that when we see it, but the signs are good.

Very little remaining to do in the house: a few clearer labels on the water supply, and some woodwork/plastering that we've said "let's wait till the house has dried out, and do it next year", so nothing to stop me staying there...

...Now the drains are connected!!

Deeply overexcited, and had some ribald responses to my text to friends saying I'd had a pi-pi in the house!

So, I'm tying up loose ends in Brixton & preparing to camp in the grenier...

Yes, I did say "camp in the grenier" as opposed to "set up home"!

We washed something up in our newly-connected kitchen sink, and later noticed a pool of water underneath.

We couldn't see where the leak was, so I got out the mop to clear up the mess and dry the floor - FAT CHANCE!

We don't think there's a leak; when we looked closer the whole floor was covered with drops of condensation.

Where I'd mopped was still no drier after 6 or 7 hours of all the doors and windows being opened.

Which means we've got 100% humidity, as far as we can tell - either way, I don't want our belongings in that damp an atmosphere, nor do I want to sleep in it, so the plan has changed to another summer of camping!

Not a problem; I'm getting pretty good at the "higher end" camping, and intend to set the bed up under the gazebo (bought to keep bird drippings off!), and will put most other things upstairs as well...

Today I'm tied to the flat - waiting for a delivery [SMS may even try to deliver; usually they just put a card through the door without ringing the bell, so keep your fingers crossed for me!]...

David has chosen what sounds to be the most powerful domestic dehumidifier you can get without crossing the threshhold to industrial-strength models!

Part of me thinks we should have done this sooner, but the part that's pee-ed off by how many of our things have ended up tatty or ruined by French workmen knows that I will look after the machine and won't break it through carelessness, so this is the right time.

Enough of our damp!

As well as the sink being fitted, and the drains all connecting up, we now have a gas tank in place [no gas, so can't test it - Schwartz are now under notice that if they don't supply the Qualigaz certificate (and finish all their other outstanding jobs) by noon next Friday, we will be reducing the bill by €100 a day - half of me hopes they work as fast as they've done so far! We won't owe a thing! ;-) ] and the VMC is connected and working (we think).

Another glitch: the well seems to have run dry!

We're hopeful it's just temporary (otherwise it's a lot of money 'down the drain'), and a couple of neighbours have told us that the water table is incredibly low, so again, fingers crossed...

So, obviously, we can't test the pump!

The main job to finish is the terrace - the breeze block wall is up, and the stone wall hiding it is about half done, so the workmen could well be leaving site in just over a week!?

One of M. Luparello's chap is studying at the Institut Universitaire Des Métiers et du Patrimoine - a university course teaching the old building techniques.

I think that's a brilliant idea, and feel lucky to have M. Faisal working at our house & wish him well with his studies and future career.

Sink Saga...

We finally found a couple of freestanding sinks, for a reasonable price, that looked OK in the Ikea catalogue...

[If you don't mind spending thousands of pounds, it's quite easy to find nice sink units, but we want something to last until we can get around to fitting a kitchen, so something that costs more than the whole kitchen will seems a bizarre choice, so "No!" to John Lewis of Hungerford and your ilk.]

We live reasonably close to Ikea in Croydon, so went along to have a look at the sinks "in the flesh", and hopefully buy one to take to France on our last trip.

They had two of the three possibles on display, neither of which we liked: one looked like a catering sink, but felt a bit feeble [industrial looks without industrial build quality; not what we were aiming for!], and the other one didn't have any kind of rim/lip to stop water overflowing [having occasionally managed to soak the floor using sinks with a rim/lip, I wanted that "safety" feature"].

The second sink we just didn't really like either - the cupboard you could add wasn't very aesthetically pleasing, and added to the cost, so that was also a "No".

Before setting off for Wembley or any other store I thought I would check availability, so that if we liked the third (as yet unseen) sink we could buy one there & then.

The website "availability checker" showed quite a few of both the sink and the base in stock.

Being somewhat paranoid (and wanting to avoid a wasted journey), I telephoned the store to check that they were in stock & we could just come and collect a set if we liked the look of the combo...

A very helpful lady said "Yes!" no problem.

What she really meant was: "You will get to the store, decide you like the item, copy down the location, but need to queue up for nearly an hour to speak to the one kitchen assistant working [to find the location for the waste, which wasn't shown]. You will be told by that assistant that the location in the warehouse you have copied down doesn't exist, and that you need to speak to someone down in the warehouse to find the correct location, but yes they are in stock".

She seemed a bit frustrated that this process was something she'd explained frequently, and customers who weren't happy probably had bent her ear on more than one occasion!

Another, though much shorter wait, we learned from the (equally helpful) chap in the warehouse that yes, both items were in stock, but we could only have one of them!

We could collect a sink - if he called through to his colleagues in the outside store, we could pick up the sink in 30-40 minutes...

The base was in an "air location" [a high shelf] that could only be accessed by the forklift driver - a process that they weren't allowed to do whilst there were customers in the store.

Fair enough: health & safety requirements seem sensible, but why not advise customers [who have taken the trouble to find out if they can take an item away before schlepping to North London] that they have to order the base one day for collection the next day?

So, we said "Please will you ask them to get one down for us" and "Where will it be when we come back tomorrow to collect it?"...

The helpful assistant said that the best they could do was ask the forklift driver to leave it near their desk, IF they got it down. [There seemed to be a lot of doubt whether the request would be actioned or ignored.]

[Again, we got the impression the staff suffers at the hands of frustrated customers who can't just buy items, and this wasn't a one-off "glitch"!]

Could we have our name put on it to reserve it?

No.

What's to stop someone else taking it?

Nothing.

Well, we asked for them to get one down...

Next day I spoke again with the helpful lady in Rotherham to see if I could contact the warehouse desk to see if the base was waiting there for us to collect.

I muttered a bit about the air location, and why couldn't they let us know, but it wasn't her fault, so I just asked for the name of the CEO. [No-one in store could tell me the name of the store manager, or the CEO - at that point I thought the problem was inefficiency at Wembley not Ikea's "system".]

The lady told me the name, so I could write to him [turns out he left last September - I Googled the spelling to find that he'd moved on], and said she couldn't contact the warehouse desk, but she or one of her colleagues would call me back, when I explained about the doubt whether the base would have been taken down to floor level.

She did say she could try to organise delivery, but that was going to be over £70, so I thought, "let's have one last go at collecting it first"...

Later that day I received a call from another lady in Rotherham: there were no bases in stock in Wembley, and no plans to get any more.

I didn't know what to say!

[I consulted the online availability checker the next day - which was still showing the same level of stock as when I first looked, so I don't know whether the people in store were misinformed/lying, or whether the lady from customer services at head office was.]

It was all a bit frustrating - not knowing whether they would have a sink anywhere near London, and if so whether I could collect one.

I never think moaning achieves anything, but I still have a moan anyway because it gets it out of my system!

But this time it was productive - I was telling mum about the Ikea "system" [how can anyone run a business that way?], and saying we'd have to keep looking on eBay till I found one we liked & could afford.

She asked what we wanted, and I explained that we just wanted a self-supporting sink - we didn't want to have to buy a base cabinet, a length of worktop, a jigsaw (to cut the hole in the worktop) and take it to France to assemble it all - so that we didn't have to take the washing up to the laundry room, wash it & bring it back.

Bad enough having to wash up!!

I didn't care what it looked like, as long as it wasn't too expensive; we're planning to think about kitchen layout/style when we are in situ and our heads aren't too full of all the other decisions...

And we've coped without a kitchen for four years already, so another year or two (or five!) won't matter!

Mum said "We've got an old sink in the shed; would you like that?"

"YES!!" [Please]

After measuring the sink and the car, it all looked manageable, so we did the belated Christmas present run (swapped gifts that we never exchanged last year), collected the sink and had another of our 36-hour round trips!

Some Vim powder, a bit of elbow grease and it all looked much better!

It's a catering sink (so we've got the industrial look, but this time with the build quality), with a small hand sink to the side.

The basin is far too large (would have been perfect in the laundry!!), but we can upturn one washing up bowl & put another one on top and it will be great!

M. Huguenot from Schwartz didn't seem fazed by it not having a waste so we're keeping our fingers crossed that it will be fitted next time we visit...

Having the sink in place also means we can have the mini immersion installed too, so it will be luxury!

[The run from the existing immersion heater meant we were having to run the tap for a minute or so each time we wanted hot water - a complete waste - so we are having a tiny one under the sink]

Tardiness explained!

We went to France very early on 2 May - we had a meeting on the Bank Holiday Monday (a rarity: we got a Bank Hol & they didn't!), and wanted to do some weeding before the garden got completely out of control...

Also we wanted to drop off the freebie sink...

[Note to self: remember to post about how Ikea's inefficiency saved us quite a bit of money!]

Just before we went, I'd received a letter saying a surveyor would be in our area to conduct pre-works inspections before Thames Water dig a big tunnel right underneath our house...

This would happen the week commencing 11 May - which gave me the kick up the bum I needed to finish off the decorating at home!

There was only the shelves in the dining room, the bathroom door and the inside of the flat door and stripping the lacquer off the door handles & relacquering to do.

Plus Spring cleaning and reassambling the flat [nice to have the sofa no longer on its side in the bedroom!], obviously!

So how come I managed to work over 12 hours a day for 9 days (quite often doing 15, 17 or 18 hours!), and only stopping on day 9 for a break to go to the pharmacist to get myself patched up?

Top Tip: when you're REALLY tired, don't use a razor-sharp pointy knife to slit open packaging without giving it 110% attention!

The cut was only about 1cm wide, but judging by the blood I found on the knife when I remembered to clean it up, about 1.5cm deep...

Gaped nastily & I couldn't work out how to close the gap without growing a third hand!

It's healing nicely, but for a couple of days, I could type or use my hand, so took a [well-earned?] rest. So lucky not to hit a tendon or nerve!!

[Oh, and the surveyor was really complimentary about the cleanliness/tidiness of the flat (all the effort was worth it!), and highly praised my decorating. Thank You! ]

Anyway, to get back to the point of the blog: the latest builder had been at work just over a week, and at the meeting on the Monday M. Boyer asked him to re-do the pipework for the VMC air inlet (including all the concrete and work in the cellar), and alter the groundworks at the rear of the house...

100% rate of "not-quite-getting-there"!!

Trying so hard not to become stressed by the process, and constantly reminding myself that it must end one day...

Won't it?

Whilst we were there, the new builders were trying to find the drains that left the house put in place by builder number 2...

[M. Boyer very firmly pointed out that they were NOT to connect to the redundant (visible) drains installed by builder 1!]

After an hour or so of chipping away at the subsoil with a pick-axe, and a 'phone call to M. Smail, M. Amin finally found the pipe (which only went halfway through the wall) about 2' away from where it should have been, and about 8" lower!

Not delighted: the pipe comes out at an acute angle, and we are left with a worryingly shallow fall to the sewer (less than 4" over 35-40').

Because the pipe leaving the house is at less than right angles, the elbow to the drain run at the back will also have to be less than 90° - creating a "z" formation; NOT ideal!

The builders and M. Boyer assure us it will work, but if I'm out there with the drain rods more than once in the next year I'm seriously tempted to go to the tribunal this time!

The only thing stopping me getting them to re-route the drains is the fact that all the work in the back hall has been finished, and it would ALL have to be pulled out and started again!

Can't face that, so am opting to keep my fingers crossed instead...

We had discussions with M. Baty [the damp in the house is undoing his work as fast as he corrects the new window sills & vaulting], and M. Roncari [he stuck a damp-meter in the walls in several rooms - off the scale in every room, apart from the one untouched wall, which is merely 'damp' (as opposed to "wringing") - it would be madness to finish the walls and ceilings that we are having painted with that much moisture still around].

The short of it is that we will get the ceilings finished & painted & the warped woodwork corrected when the house has dried out.

Realistically, this could be next year.

But we'll see what a summer of opening doors & windows can achieve...

We've got our horrible old doors mounted on beautiful new frames in the loo, shower room & boiler room - all we need are door handles, and then we will have some privacy for the first time in nearly 5 years!

Mind you, my mum has only recently fitted a latch to her bathroom door (after almost 30 years), so it's not like I'm not used to lock-free bathing... It was lovely when they replaced the curtain to the bathroom with a door!!

The correct tap has been fitted in the laundry, and the tiling done around the sink, and all the pipework finished off; it looks great.

M. Huguenot [Schwartz] didn't make a fuss about our reclaimed sink, so we're hopeful to have water in the kitchen by the time we can stay there...

Was not looking forward to carting all the washing up to the laundry & back; bad enough having to do it!

Little niggles: the housing for the entrance to the small cave is still too big, but M. Baty thinks he can channel into it to get the bedroom door to fit; the loo leaks (we only found out when they poured water down to try & trace the drains; we can't use it because it's not connected at the "other" end); the cap on the well is really high.

But small points, easily fixed (well, can't change the well-cap, but I can plant around it to hide it somewhat).

The huge bonus was arriving at the house and being able to see out of the back door - the tarpaulin has gone and our decision to glaze the back door was definitely the right one!

OPR

We stayed at the house an extra day (to do a bit of weeding), and then it was Easter, and before you know it, I've forgotten to update my blog till today!

The meeting on Friday was for the Opération Préalable à la Réception (OPR), which is a fortnight before the Réception - that meeting is for agreeing that the work has been completed to an acceptable standard, and officially handing it over to the client [us].

We don't have either (as far as I know) in England, so it's a bit hard to understand the difference between the OPR and a normal meeting (same set of "Yes, that's fine", "No, that's not what you said you'd do" comments and "Oh, yes, I remember" responses), but it had a bit more preamble than usually!

When we have the Réception this is when the guarantees start, but the ten year guarantee only applies to "major" work, such as walls, so won't really affect us: we don't get a guarantee from M. Huguenot (because he went bust before the work was finished), and if other work doesn't last a year, I'll be on the phone to the firm responsible pretty sharply (and probably with some fairly sharp words, too!).

Anyway, that's how it works.

Interesting to see that the work that isn't finished somehow manages to be excluded from the handover, but I'm not sure how that will be included later...

We shall see.

Only minor changes to report:

• All the tiling has been finished (it looks lovely, but I would have put some of the joints in different places had we been there - still, gives it an authentic "French" feel!)
• The boiler has been installed, and the immersion heater (no gas yet; waiting for the builder to dig the trenches necessary)
• The laundry/boiler room sink has been fitted, and the laundry taps were fitted (but have been taken away again as they were the wrong ones, installed too low; the pipework has already been raised)

We have got a start date for M. Luparello: 22 or 23 April, with work likely to finish at the end of May.

Fingers crossed it will be third time lucky for building works!

Sorry if this feels a bit lacklustre: I'm struggling to maintain enthusiasm - we're just over nine months into a four month build - and I'm saving up all my energy to hope that it won't last a year!!

Seriously, can't wait to occupy the house (and be able to flush the loo again!).