With virtually no electrics and no news to be had regarding our original electrician, we asked around locally for an alternative contractor.
We had taken pains from day one to use local artisans for the work that we preferred not to do ourselves as we would like to be seen as contributing to the local economy, with full intention of coming to France to live, rather than just being hobby holiday home owners renovating on a whim.
In the meantime there was little we could do in the house as the furnishing & fittings were waiting on the decorating which was waiting on the plastering and panelling which was waiting on the plumbing, which was waiting on the wiring, which was waiting on a new electrician.
I am sure you get the picture.
I settled for cleaning the house top to bottom, tarpaulining the building materials, sorting the rubble and generally moaning at Trevor, who never sweeps up his sawdust and was turning the cave into an obstacle course of woodworking tools and stacks of wood destined for various purposes.
I decided to set up the luxurious guest suite for my daughter and family who were coming over for a whole fortnight in late July. As Kirsten generally slept in the dining room, a bedroom would be a novelty!
Unfortunately said bedroom had a few minor drawbacks such as window ledge seven inches from floor with no balcony, just a single wobbly metal rod across (what for???) and a web infested ceiling of rough planks with gaps over the bed dispensing bits of grit and rubble which keep falling down , no matter how many times I clean them up.
I rig up a temporary canopy using my best beach sarong to catch the falling dust and Trevor looks through our recycled wood to create a new balcony.
The hardwood frame of an old deckchair is ideal and he constructs lovely level balcony in the vernacular style that achieves that elusive”original” look I am aiming for, whilst being safe for visiting small children.
The only thing in Maison Priest that is actually level