and so to April where we return to Comares to sell our little village house. We have given ourselves nearly three weeks there with the intention of saying a leisurely goodbye and sorting out the things we need to keep. Instead we stumble into a Kafkaesque nightmare. To cut a long story short, despite being registered with the land registry, the goalposts have been moved and our deeds are no longer valid. We must get a new set made and notarised together with an architect survey and our neighbours agreement at the notary on our boundaries. We are required to pay for all this plus various taxes including an imputed new build tax as the measurements don't quite tie in with the ones in the old deeds. This despite the fact that nothing has changed since we bought it, We end up spending much of our goodbye time in various government offices shelling out quantities of euros on spurious bureaucracy and feeling stressed to the eyeballs. Finally to our huge relief the house is sold, making all the paperwork we have had done at great expense largely irrelevant as a new set is made for the new owners. Things are not quite done and dusted even now as various fees are still being negotiated.