This week, I went to Guingamp to sign the rental agreement. We had arranged with the Hartiels that I would leave the car in Plymouth and that they would pick me up in Roscoff.
Monday morning, just before leaving home, Jean-Baptiste woke up with a badly swollen throat. He’d had something for a while, but it didn’t seem to disturb him. But this time it was very painful and swollen. No need to say I didn’t want to go. But I wasn’t going away too long, so I went and Esther took him to the doctor. He was prescribed antibiotics and Ibuprofen, and given an appointment for the next day. He is better now, still swollen, but not in pain. Me must keep an eye on it.
It was strange to travel on my own and as a foot passenger. But it was enjoyable. I sat down quietly and made the most of the 5h1/2 trip to read. I hadn’t done  that for such a long time… The sun was shining, the boat was quiet, no children running around. On the other side of the channel, Emmanuel Hartiel was waiting for me.
On Tuesday morning, we went to Guingamp, had a look at the house from the outside, and looked at the schools. Then we went to the Agency to sign the rental agreement. The man from the agency was late, but I talked with his colleague, and when we arrived, we went through the rental agreement point by point, before signing it. The tenant will move out on 9th August, and we’ll get the keys on 10th August. Things are slowly falling into place, but there is still so much to do.
On the way back, the boat was a bit busier. I watched a film in the cinema, before finding my seat and reading for the rest of the journey. The travel from Plymouth to Cardiff was very smooth: quiet motorway, and I was back hom at 1 this morning.