Pool at Christmas
Since we welcomed our first guests in January 2006, there has been a lot of activity at Chalet Chamoissiere. The pool sauna and hammam were built over the summer, and opened just in time for the winter season . Currently the grounds are being landscaped,and we are looking forward to our trip there next month to view them for ourselves.
UPDATE. It has now been open for almost a year, the facilities are great, although the water is little cold sometimes, even though it is supposed to be 28C . Opening times are an occasional concern, but the pool should as a rule be open every day during the school holidays, and at weekends at other times.
Day 17-Last minute jobs, a shelf for the kitchen, dog to the vets, and early night. Packed most things up , and just need to clean up.
Day 18-Finally leave about two hours late, it was all worth it in the end. The journey home was uneventful, and we arrive home happy but tired.
Day 13- Still no shower cubicle so I’m afraid I lost my patience with the developer a bit this morning. Apparently they can’t contact the plumber directly, only through his sister. He did contact the architect though to ask him to do something. I finally found an ironing board and a fold-out clothes airer for the bathroom. I could still do with a one for the terrace though for the warmer weather. Mel came over to sort out the management bit, and we chatted over a couple of glasses of wine. We now have some coat hooks and a little thing for the kitchen roll on the wall.
Day 14-Friday 30th December- The shower cubicle has eventually arrived, but the plumber arrived unannounced at 8.30. I head off for a ski lesson, and arrive back afterwards to find the plumber still there and someone fixing the shutters. Looks like an afternoon in. It starts to snow about 5.00 pm .
Day 15-New Years Eve, it’s been snowing since last night, and it’s still coming down, so we head for the slopes. Not much else got done, until we went into the village for dinner,
Day 16-New Years Day-We take our friends back to the airport, and make tartiflette for dinner. It’s our last day tomorrow. Early skiing and an afternoon trip to the shops again. I must check out Ambia again.
We have decided to go to Turin for another trip to IKEA, we’re picking friends up at the aiport this afternoon, so we go out ski-ing until 12 , and head off soon afterwards. The car decides otherwise though, and we spend the rest of the afternoon in a garage in St Chaffrey having the diesel drained and the fuel filter replaced. So still no shelves or nice light fittings. I don’t think we’ll ever find any here though.
Shelf-hunting was not a success, the car seems to dislike the cold, and it took me so long to get to Briancon that I missed lunch and all the shops were shut. The day proved very frustrating, and we’re now running out of options to sort out the place before January.
Workmen arrive to clean the apartment next door, but apparently not ours, despite moving all our furniture onto the terrace . The new neighbours negotiate, and they do clean it after all. I went off to Briancon and bought some coat hooks. We keep making a list of things we don’t have. Angie, Dave and Chris are arriving tomorrow, so I would like things to be a bit more organised before then.
We woke up in our apartment for the first time. Handed out the pressies, and we eventually managed some skiing. I brought my comfy old boots so my feet didn’t hurt too much.
Then it was back to furniture construction and unpacking before a nice meal this evening. A strange Christmas day indeed. But nonetheless memorable. We’re really tired though.
It was a day of shopping for food, whilst Jules and the kids added to the cardboard mountain, unpacking Ikea furniture. As I write they’ve hit their first snag, as they’ve lost a screw, and can’t put the cabinet together without it. The beds are up though. I have sorted out food for after skiing tomorrow, for whatever happens, tomorrow at least, we’re going skiing. Perhaps the screw will turn up, I hope so. Both boys are being really useful. Richard has wired up all the light fittings, and Adam is making wisecracks and taking the proverbial. Must go and find them some beer now. We got most of the furniture sorted, and managed a meal before crashing into bed. Our first night!!!
fter a sleepless night I called the bank at 9a.m., and after a couple of attempts, found that the money was sent to M. Richard yesterday. I asked them to fax a letter to him advising him of that, and he met us at 11am to give us the keys. At last the place was ours, but as the cleaning company could not come until Monday, I drove down to Briancon to buy some cleaning stuff while Jules and the boys had some lunch. Julian dropped Adam and I off at the apartment, then went to Briancon again, to buy light fittings and bulbs, as they were not supplied!!!! We cleaned all afternoon, and finally managed to get some furniture inside just after dark. I’m now back in the rented flat writing this, and preparing tea. I could quite easily fall asleep, but they are putting up the beds in the new place. Hopefully we can get to wake up there on Christmas morning, although we won’t have a shower to use, as the shower cubicle has not been delivered.
We set off early to collect the boys from the station, but as it was -14 c outside, yep the diesel was frozen, so we told them to jump in a taxi. At least they arrived to breakfast and a hot brew. Eventually we got the car started then we met up with Delphine our estate agent , to check out the apartment before M. Richard arrived. It looked far from ready. There were no sockets or plugs , and the place was filthy with dust and debris. We noted all the points we wished to raise with him when he arrived. They however, were the least of our worries, as he informed us right at the last moment that he had not received the money we had asked the bank to send to him. As it was coming from a French bank, and we had posted a cheque on Monday which he had already received, it was a bit of a shock. It was too late to organise anything today, so we went back to our rented apartment a little (or rather a lot) despondent.