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Yes, well, I kind of lost my motivation there for a while. I didn't feel I had anything particularly interesting to write about, and I seem to be very bad at taking photos, so the whole blogging idea seemed a bit pointless.
What's been going on?
Firstly, we are not moving yet. After lots of sums on the backs of envelopes, giving the hassle and emotional drain a numerical factor, we came to the conclusion that staying put until the end of our lease makes the most sense. Matt travels a lot for work, I'm very busy in my new job, last thing we need is to be packing boxes and moving to loony Wallonia. Lease ends in April. Will we have a home to go to?
Looking at the rate of progress of our legal appointed and highly expensive expert and syndic, we'll be in a tent with the asylum seekers in Parc Gaucheret.
The syndic is a complete jerk, but at least he's a jerk to everyone (he answers my emails "cher monsieur" and yells at us when he gets appointment times wrong). Perhaps by pissing us all off he's trying to build some kind of camaraderie among the owners that will somehow propell us to finally getting the damn project off the ground? Don't you believe it...
Our last meeting all together at the end of September went something like this
Syndic: so have you considered the expert's proposal?
Crazy bastard: yes, and I reject it! Are you mad? I don't want my neighbours to have windows, ceilings, hot water and heating! How absurd! Let me build my balcony! Have the top floor flat condemned! Ban the roof terrace! No chimneys!
Expert: um...well if we make pipes for your heating, we have to make them for the others too
Crazy bastard: I DON'T CARE, I HATE YOU ALL, YOU PEOPLE ARE NOT NORMAL, I'M GOING HOME TO DESTROY THE WHOLE BUILDING!!
Everyone else: *blink*
Ah, my dear expert and syndic, finally you have seen that the problem is not one of silly neighbours not getting along, but that we are dealing with psycopaths.
The answer to this from the expert has been complete silence. Our court date went by with no case, as he hadn't finished his report. WTF is he doing all this time? Is he going to hold us to ransom for another 3000 euros? Probably. He can stick it. I'm now hoping Crazy Bastard will actually carry out his threat and spare us all the expense.
Anyway, on a happier note, the stress of the past year has given me a fun type of gut rot disease with the consequence that I am only able to eat foods like pasta and cheese, or bangers and mash. Hurrah! No more worrying about fresh organic vegetables and whole grains and muesli! Waffles! White bread! Rice Krispies! Down with cabbage and associated cruciferous vegetables, boo to beans, raspberries to raspberries!
Oh, and I've also "learnt" to "drive", which would be terribly useful if my company-car-to-be hadn't sprung a leak from the oil tank 2 weeks ago and been in the car hospital ever since. I'm hoping I won't have forgotten everything by the time I can get it back. Heck I could barely remember anything from one lesson to the next.
What else? Still no government, but who could tell? And the Delhaize has started stocking proper cheddar again which is handy. I'm going to eat some now, with my own home made plum and pear chutney! Unless I am not allowed pears and plums. Bugger.