Why are French realtors so useless?
#16

Just a quick update. After looking at 50+ properties online, virtually visiting 4 through my BIL who is a builder, we finally had our offer on a house near Le Mans accepted. We ended up offering the full price as we were competing with 2 other sets of buyers, we were first with a written offer at the asking price, which iMHO was very reasonable for the house size, condition, land and outbuildings. In other good news, I got an email from the Irish Foreign Births Registrar asking to confirm my address, which hopefully means I am getting close to acquiring Irish citizenship, and by inference, EU citizenship. Since the better half is a frog, I could have gone the more complex route to a visa, but the Irish citizenship was the better route....

#18

Just to wind you up a bit.....
Our French-born, anglo-French son, during one of my many overseas assignments, was excited when I announced that we'd decided he would live in the UK with Mme TP for approx a year. When I returned a year later and asked how he enjoyed things, his very first reply was, "It was great, all the kids called me The Frog! That was brilliant" And with a wicked smile he added, "They'd never seen a frog play cricket before!"
We then moved back to France for a short period, and in his new French school (after being asked where he'd come from with his newly practised accent) he was immediately given the nickname Ze Rosbif, which he took to very proudly! In fact the way he accepted it - with humour, more than likely increased his popularity. I can't vouch for it, but knowing him he may well have told his new French friends that he enjoyed his morning plate of baked beans with plenty of garlic.......

Our French-born, anglo-French son, during one of my many overseas assignments, was excited when I announced that we'd decided he would live in the UK with Mme TP for approx a year. When I returned a year later and asked how he enjoyed things, his very first reply was, "It was great, all the kids called me The Frog! That was brilliant" And with a wicked smile he added, "They'd never seen a frog play cricket before!"
We then moved back to France for a short period, and in his new French school (after being asked where he'd come from with his newly practised accent) he was immediately given the nickname Ze Rosbif, which he took to very proudly! In fact the way he accepted it - with humour, more than likely increased his popularity. I can't vouch for it, but knowing him he may well have told his new French friends that he enjoyed his morning plate of baked beans with plenty of garlic.......
