I’M a big fan of the French adventures of Telegraph columnist Michael Wright, and this week’s piece will make many property renovators smile.
He asked a couple of artisans to lay an oak floor for him, which works out great, until he decides to sand it himself.
Hoping to save himself a pocketful of euros, Michael takes to his hands and knees with a small sander, that he describes thus:
“This sander resembles a small household iron. When you plug it in, it is fair to say that the lights of La Folie do not dim. No, the piddly thing simply whirrs and buzzes like a moth in a jar. It would not peel a King Edward.”
He regularly writes about his experiences of living in France, from working on his property, to handling the farmyard animals he now owns.
And he highlights the many differences between the Brits and the French with some cracking comic lines, and the occasional dash of black humour.
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