Apparently an identity card is INDISPENSIBLE (in capital letters) when asking for forms relating to property. So with my Belgian ID card having expired in march last year, and me still being on the demographics list for Jette (because I didn't realise that you needed to do that - d'oh!) a piece of identity would not suffice.
Tomorrow I need to go to the Maison Communale to get myself taken off the list and instead, obtain an attestation that I own the property. Ahh well.
And while I was out, Terry cut all the tiles for the bathroom floor and Liz set to out on the balconies, moving all of the rubbish that has accummulated these last ever-so-many years and uprooted the trees that were growing.
This afternoon Terry tiled the floor in the bathroom and it's looking excellent in there. Those tiles that I bought for the bathroom years ago, they are a perfect match for the ones we bought the other day and set it off beautifully Tomorrow he's hoping to grout it.
Liz and I completely emptied the terraces and then we ripped up all of the tiles on half of the front balcony. It didn't take much doing, that I can tell you, but shovelling up the sand that the gerry-builders had laid down instead of concrete took quite some time.
For a little treat I pushed the boat out and took Liz and Terry for a slap-up nosh at the ... errrr ... Simonis fritkot. Huge portions of food at ... errr ... economic prices. Still, they both deserved it and quite right too. we are working hard in this apartment.
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