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 French police think it's an Irish crime and can't help us until Thursday. Now it's Monday...Monday arrived with a flurry of activity. There were people to phone, people to fax, news to ( 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... )

It's September 1995 again. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone stole my identity and grabbed our life savings. 'Why did I have to invest all our money in the stock market?' I wailed to myself. The answer was, of course, the dream.Although some might call it a vision. It was July 1994 and I suddenly awoke one ( Read more... )

It's September 1995 again. We'd just survived eight months in France and then this happened. Someone had stolen my identity and grabbed our life savings.We hung around the phone for the next hour in shock. How and who and why hadn't someone told us? The same questions repeated over and over again ( Read more... )