We slept quite comfortably on an air mattress on the living room floor.
The next day we went to a local shop and bought a stove and a refrigerator and a garden table and four chairs; they were delivered that afternoon. When Kaye lit the oven for dinner, flames came up from underneath -- yipes! The next day we returned to the shop and tried to explain in French about the fire. A repairman came out and tut-tut-ed while installing the valves -- seems like the first guy had installed the valves for propane instead of butane.
Our next adventure was arranging a delivery of fioul to top up the tank so that we'd have heat when we next visited. This went off fairly well, in spite of our poor French.
Our real estate agent brought over a friend, who might be interested in keeping the yard mowed and doing some small chores. We thought we had a deal, but only found out weeks later that he decided against the work.
Less that a week after we arrived, Ed's mom died, so we closed up the house and drove back to The Netherlands.
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