I bought my house in France 23 years ago. One thing that concerned me was that the green stuff in the garden continued to grow whether or not I was there. Another British second home owner told me that there was (yet another Brit) someone who would do it for me when i was not there. I left my telephone number.
Back in England, a few days later, the phone rang - it was my potential gardener. We agreed about what was to be done and the price and then he said that his wife wanted to talk to me.
She asked me to confirm the village in which I lived. I did so and she said that she had grew up there and that her father had been the vicar. I told her that my house backed onto the vicarage.
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A few years later, a friend of my wife moved to France, buying a house about 20 minutes drive from ours. Soon after that we were both widowed. My wife's friend decided to stay in France and I would visit her whenever I was there.
One evening, she invited me to a dinner party. I started chatting with the man sitting next to me. It turned out that we had been at school together and had been members of the same Scout group,