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. And in the midst of everything we have to get our car serviced - including something which sounded very much like a warp coil....We had to go through with it. Being robbed was one thing but having ( 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. And in the midst of everything we have to get our car serviced...

I scanned the Yellow Pages again. This time looking to see what services they did advertise. Perhaps they didn't use révision any ( 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 I remember that back in March a garage in Boulogne sur Save had had Shelagh's passport for a month...I wasn't sure if I was sinking into paranoia or just belatedly suspicious. People ( 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. Now it's Monday and I've just found out that our forged signatures were apparently witnessed by a Dr. Pergonini...What? This was getting more and more bizarre. First, there was the hotel fifteen ( 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 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... )

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 next day I discovered a suspicious letter...Was I becoming paranoid? The letter might be genuine. I'd worked for large companies - I knew how easy it was for one part of an organisation to work ( 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.There are eight stages to being robbed, I'm told. Denial, shock, guilt and despair are all in there and I was cycling through them all. Was it my fault? Guilt. Why hadn't I rung up in July and asked ( Read more... )