Mad Scientess Jane Expat
That's what the sign outside our house now says. The legal fidgy-widginess has begun. We spent part of last night filling out the 4761910 pages of forms the solicitors sent to us. The activity required us to use a dictionary - neither of us knew what "pelmets" were. (We don't have any so they're not included in the sale of the house.)
We also learnt why our buyers were so keen to have the place. Apparently it's not just our renovation work that appealed. The person buying it is good friends with the person who bought the place two doors down from us eight months ago. Both houses are in the same five-house block. We noticed this summer that the new person liked to have lots of garden parties. They were genteel parties - music kept low, and they always went inside promptly at 11 PM. There weren't a lot of female guests, and the occupants of the house seem to be exclusively male. I don't like to assume too much, but I think our central neighbour, who will now be bookended by this crowd, put it best.
"I'm going to be the faun among the flora," she remarked, grinning.