The uncertainty is playing on my mind. We've always had super neighbours wherever we've lived; what if it's all about to change with the very last property and the place we retire to? Surely we can't be that unlucky?
Just five weeks to go before our next visit and still not able to effectively communicate in French. I'd better start making an effort for the sake of our new neighbours who I assume are French.
Tonight I take a very deep breath and try and think of the positives. Perhaps I'm just being irrational. Perhaps I'm just tired. Perhaps tomorrow I'll see things differently.