I am now sitting in a virtually empty house wondering how on earth it came to this. Ironically, it is almost four years to the day that I moved in, full of hope for a nice quiet retirement.
Delivery had been six months late – the pool was still unusable because it was filled one day and the next it had lost at least a couple of tonnes of water. It took from May to August and five attempts to stop the leaking, but hey, if that was all we had to worry about, it was nothing.
If I feel this sad, and yet have a fighting chance to recoup my money; imagine what neighbours must be feeling. I know some bought as an investment; well they were marketed as sound investments. For the two Turkish Cypriot families, sister and sister-in-law respectively of that rogue Yukel Yilmaz the coward who fled back to Turkey, too spineless to face the consequences – they will loose their homes. For the four other British couples who live here permanently, it could spell disaster. Who wants to be homeless in autumn of their lives?
Going back to the pool – if that was all I had to worry about – what an optimist – I will tell you more tomorrow.
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