To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. And, according to a witness description - that someone might be David Jarvis, our estate agent - the man who I arranged to have all the evidence sent to...That must have been the reason he'd ( Read more... )

By popular demand a whole chapter this time.

To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. When I discover a forged passport may have been used to open a bank account in my name in Spain, I ring the Passport Section of the British Embassy... ( Read more... )

To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. Now we're waiting for a fax of all the forged correspondence to arrive...It was Wednesday, the sun was shining and not a dustman in sight ( Read more... )

To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. Now we're waiting for a fax of all the forged correspondence to arrive...I was still thinking unfriendly thoughts about Ms. Varley when the next call came. It was Simon, our financial adviser, had ( Read more... )

To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. Now we're waiting for copies of all the forged correspondence to arrive...Back home, we waited for the poste. About ten, the familiar yellow car wound its way towards us and dropped off our mail at ( Read more... )

To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. Now it's Monday and I need a fax number...I ran into the study. My desk was in its usual mess. Twenty seconds later it entered new levels of untidiness as reams of papers were picked up, shuffled ( Read more... )

To recap: it's September 1995. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. The police, however, wouldn't help us - insisting we came back with someone who spoke better French...Which is when we thought of Jean-Pierre. He was the only candidate we could think of. Chantal ( Read more... )