Switch on English television at any time of the day and somewhere on the hundreds of channels there will be a series about poor down trodden expats who are struggling to renovate their dream home. Inevitably the workmen turn up late and spend half their time muttering under their breath about the wretched Brits. The floorboards are pulled up, an ancient artifact discovered and the whole project put on hold for years while the local village museum investigates. The Brits get bored or go bankrupt and the Mayor's son buys the house for a steal. The next day the archeaological dig is called off.
We thought this type of thing could never happen to us. We were smart savvy long term French residents and so four months ago we bought a derelict house near Lourmarin.
The plan was simple, knock it down and build a new one. Architect and builder agreed that it was perfectly possible to be in by next Spring. The important thing they declared was that building started in October. Well, as the picture below shows it hasn't.
The reason, and it must be true, because you just couldn't make it up, is related to all the old tiles you see on houses around here. Women used to make these by shaping clay over their thighs, creating a nice if totally irregular concave shape. Anyway our house is located in an area known as La Tuilerie - the tile factory and apparently all the excess clay once it was trimmed off the local ladies legs was used to back fill the land our house is going to be built on.
Right now no-one knows what foundations we should use, the problem we are told is not a common one.
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