How hard can it be to run an old house in France?
(an excerpt)
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We couldn’t believe we’d actually gone and bloody done it! The thing we’d set out to do three years ago. The thing that seemed like a crazy, far-fetched and wild fantasy.
We glanced at each other, with stupid grins on our faces, as we put the key in the front door of our French mansion, the Artist Residency to be, for the very first time.
‘Let’s get this party started!’ we cried in unison.
Now we just had to learn how to drive this thing.
Having never owned a home before, I didn’t even know how to turn it on!