I want to change my Will, or at least update it, so I wrote out what I wanted in French, with an English version for my children with explicit instructions. My wish is to keep it as simple as possible so that my children don't have to jump over too many hurdles in France. I made an appointment with the Notaire and duly turned up at the appointed time. I explained what I wanted and showed him my French version. 'I don't know much about making Wills,' he said. Slightly nonplussed, I asked why we were there as I had made it quite clear that I wished to change my Will when I made the appointment. 'I know something about French Wills', he said, but nothing about English ones. 'This is a French Will,' I replied. He then told me that anyway I can't make a new Will unless I produce a copy of the old Will, which has to be torn up in front of a witness. I pointed out that I had written that this Will supersedes all previous Wills, but he wasn't having it. I came to the conclusion that I was dealing with an incompetent idiot and decided to leave. 'I trust you won't be charging me for this consultation,' was my parting shot. Just in case the French really do insist on destroying an old Will in front of witnesses I have made an appointment with the notaire who holds the original. Just covering my bases.
Have you noticed how Macron almost pirouettes in order to stand in the prominent position, next to the most important person. It was almost laughable how he managed to manoeuvre Shultz and Zelenskyy out of the central position and implant himself between them. Zelenskyy didn't seem to notice but Shultz looked bemused.
I received an email from EDF this week, which informed me that 'they were pleased to announce that my electricity bill would be going up.' It is good to know that I have made someone happy.
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