Part III

On the home front : the owners of my appartment - my piège à poules, as i affectionately call it - are having trouble trying to shift it

Either they're asking too much for it or the market is not too rocking hot (i've probably just unleashed the god of potential buyers onto my head just by writing that)

Whatever the case, in a sign of what i can only imagine to be of deepest desperation and trepidation, they've offered me a few bucks if i help them to sell it to the first unwitting pigeon

So far, out the most memorable visits that i've had, i've seen a couple (Brice & Delphine) where the guy's eyes lit up as soon as he walked in and his missus gave him a thump on the arm (it is a blokes place, after all) .. i've also seen some woman, Thérèse, ( who's looking for something for her wallflower of a daughter, Agathe -their visit lasted all of .. oooooohhhhhh ... 300 seconds !?!

Finally, yesterday, yes, sunday, arrived an old lady - Maryvone ( :@D ) ... like a fool i offered her 'real' (as opposed to ersatz) thé anglais ... who 'hummed' and 'ahhhd' because she wasn't sure where she was going to put her piano

No luck there then

In all honesty, since the end of last year, i've been saying to people that i wanted to move

There are three major reasons: although very atypique, the appartement has been very badly finished - you turn the lights on and the kettle starts to boil, kinda thing ... i'm not too keen on the quartier - even though there's a nice park, a good choice of shops and things, a métro just opposite ... it's verrrry noisy

But mainly because the rent is very high for what it 'is'

It's one thing to decide that you want to change, but if you feel that your hand is being forced ... well, y'know