Stumble at first hurdle

As time goes by, so says a famous song. Nothing heard about offer so we chase the notaire. Not easy with no French language skills. Over to Gunter......More delays until finally a result, sort of what we expected but then the final words were not expected at all. Offer was to low, it turned out it was actually less than they paid for it. ooops suppose they must have been a bit insulted. Never mind lets make a higher offer, more waiting..... Getting the idea now that nothing is ever rushed in this part of France? The answer; err sorry no thanks the house is no longer for sale as we are going to get a divorce! Wasn't anything we said or did was it? Didn't think the offer was that bad! That was that then, back to the drawing board, big depression we hadn't even made it over the first hurdle.
To make things into a total slough of despond nobody had shown the slightest interest in buying our house either. Time for a review of the situation.
Revised plan drawn up, outlay a little cash on our house in an attempt to get people at least in through the door and make another trip to France.

One good thing, for me at any rate, after all our years of living in sin ( other peoples perception of living together ) Lynda decided to give me a nudge in the direction of legality by proposing! It was a leap year after all.
Fed up of waiting for me to ask I guess. None of this traditional down on bended knee and asking for my hand (didn't even get the chance to blush) proposal sent via txt msg. Well I was in Germany at the time so that's ok. Txt reply; yes if u r serious, never heard again so thought bugger, April fool but then remembered it only February. Its me age u know.

That's it then, jockeys all re-mounted, horses pointing in the right direction and on to the next hurdle, another visit to France to look at more properties. Get the feeling we've been here before......Insert extra padding in case of refusal at next hurdle; ho hum life goes on.. back to work...... Got a wedding to organise now as well!