The heating. Holy guacamole, what an absolute crock of steaming organic crud (the only warmth to be found at Lalande). Why am I not surprised that there is more than a soupçon of intrigue, wheels within wheels and muddying of the waters.
What joyous serendipity that Cuz appears to have a pal in England who recently (very recently) set up just the sort of company to deal with the vexing problem of Lalande's heating system. Enter Nathan from stage left, brandishing a fistful of figures.
Without, it would seem, receiving any other estimates from local - French - companies or seeking specialist advice and guidance from an independent consultant, Stephanie announces to her patrons - in one of her rehearsed set pieces to camera, overacting like a thing possessed - that the perfect solution has been found.
You couldn't make it up. It's all so convenient, so predictable, so Lalande.
It stinks in a "something is rotten in the state of Denmark" sort of stink, a "fish rot from the head down" stench
(In the interests of fairness, there's nothing to say that Nathan isn't competent but that's not the point. Why on earth use an English company, given the practicalities and logistics involved? Not to mention that you do have to wonder if Nathan has the experience to deal with such a large project and the undoubted complexities of a property such as Lalande. I hope he doesn't get his fingers burnt in this baptism of fire...if it ever happens.)
What joyous serendipity that Cuz appears to have a pal in England who recently (very recently) set up just the sort of company to deal with the vexing problem of Lalande's heating system. Enter Nathan from stage left, brandishing a fistful of figures.
Without, it would seem, receiving any other estimates from local - French - companies or seeking specialist advice and guidance from an independent consultant, Stephanie announces to her patrons - in one of her rehearsed set pieces to camera, overacting like a thing possessed - that the perfect solution has been found.
You couldn't make it up. It's all so convenient, so predictable, so Lalande.
It stinks in a "something is rotten in the state of Denmark" sort of stink, a "fish rot from the head down" stench
(In the interests of fairness, there's nothing to say that Nathan isn't competent but that's not the point. Why on earth use an English company, given the practicalities and logistics involved? Not to mention that you do have to wonder if Nathan has the experience to deal with such a large project and the undoubted complexities of a property such as Lalande. I hope he doesn't get his fingers burnt in this baptism of fire...if it ever happens.)