Je suis Roujanaise

That fairy dust I referred to in a previous entry was thankfully still clinging to me. Just before the completion of the Top-top purchase, I accepted an offer on my house in Abeilhan. I was surprised it went so quickly. I had been warned: it's a buyer's market, the price is too high, the market is slow, so how fantastic to get a decent offer in such good time. Love those fairies, thank you.

This meant that I might as well move from one house to the other. From a well-appointed completely re-wired and re-plumbed house with two new bathrooms and a new kitchen to, well, Top-top. Where I twitch with fear everytime I plug something into an electrical socket. It can, of course, only get better.

Luckily I have this guy, Justin Gosling, on my side. Hey, it's my blog and I can plug the whole family if I want to. Seriously, I didn't buy the house before Justin (or Freddie as he is also known) checked it out with me. He'd talked me out of one 3 yrs ago, but figured we could do something with this one.

On 4 May, I packed my humble belongings into lots of Pampers boxes, courtesy of Izzy, my friend Nicole's one yr old. And did a lot of stairs. Michelle came over in the afternoon to help and hold my hand, followed by the boys with the van. Despite a bit of light rain, the move went really smoothly. I was over-joyed to have most of it finished (there'll be another smaller load when I'm there in June). My big bed was now in Roujan. This would be my first night there, sleeping in my own house.

I'd recently had all the pine the French use to cover any and everything ripped out of the ground floor bedroom.

It looked like this:

And now it looks like this, with insulation poking out of the ceiling and lots of scary wires hanging around:

All things considered, I decided the safest place to camp for now was in the living room. So, I'm in my bedsit with the big garden. A real Roujanaise at last.