Originally posted by diggedy derek
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I just can't relate to any part of the programme.
For a start we have this vast selection of available French chateaux, that no-one apart from English people seems interested in, which are priced at about the cost of a Buckinghamshire semi.
Then the buyers, who often, if not always, seem to emerge from an upper-middle class milieu which provides them with huge amounts of free time, bottomless financial resources and an endless stream of work colleagues and university acquaintances who pop over to help with the renovations and provide assorted practical advice.
Some are hugely able, others hopeless chancers and bodgers who go about fixing up a huge, old building with the same sort of cheerful giveitagoery that most of us would apply to nothing more challenging than a wonky door handle. There was one guy on the episode that the missus was watching today, an absolute accident waiting to happen, who we saw climbing up a long, shaky ladder, being held by his wife, waving a chainsaw at a tree branch which then came down nearly wiping them all out. A bit later he attaches a large bag of gravel to the back of his car so that he can drag it along the ground to the appointed site, grinning wildly.
More unsettling is the unflappability. The moat is flooding the cellar, the foundations are crumbling, the 300 wedding party guests will be here in an hour and the east wing has just disappeared down a 100ft sinkhole - a wry grin and an ironic comment.
But it's sometimes just the people. Another one of today's couples was a man who looked like Gaston from the animated version of Beauty and the Beast and a woman who was the spitting image of a young Sara Crowe, just to really hammer home the Richard Curtis vibe. Another couple had two dogs by the names of Champers and Truffles.
If I was being really cruel I'd say that the fact that Dick Strawbridge's wife reminds me of Matt Lucas puts the tin hat on the whole bloody thing, but thank goodness I'm not that sort of a guy.
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