So, it is tomorrow now and what's happened is it's raining. Just when I've got all the bedding from Ian, Yvonne, Jack & Sally's visit washed and waiting to be dried. Oh well, that's life. I hope it's raining at Hockenheim (the Grand Prix) because that will make the race this afternoon more interesting than it may otherwise be. But I don't want it to be raining in Paris for the end of the Tour de France, it would ruin the spectacle.

Still, we can't complain, the weather here in Normandy has been fantastic for about 90% of the time since we came over at the end of June. Apart from one day (when John was showing Yvonne et al around one of the local harbours and I was tied to the computer at home here - forgetting that I had washing out on the line) it has only rained at night, and by mid afternoon the sun has re-appeared.

I think it will put off any walk-ins for the Chambres d'hotes though. It's sod's law, the only potential walk-ins we had were when Ian & Yvonne were here and when we hadn't got the rooms re-made after they left. Now we are all ready to take money off the hordes, no-one's knocking on the door.

So, given the weather, it looks like a day of armchair sports, and then I've got more work/work to do to get the changes to the e-learning course on the Bribery Act 2010 done and over to India so they can start on the coding SOB their time. It's a shame you don't get overtime when you're freelance! Still, can't complain, working from the kitchen table here in France isn't a bad life. The only trouble is I worry so much that they think I'm not working, that I end up doing twice as much as if I was in the office. I must get a hold of myself and give myself a good shaking and talking to.

I'll try to see if I can upload some pictures in due course.

Bisous

Today was another learning exercise here in Le Bourg Dun. A young lad we know from the bar was getting married and we thought we'd go along to see the wedding. Over here you start off at the Marie first for the civil paperwork, which is just down the road from the church, so everyone walked in procession to the church where we were waiting with our cameras poised.

Martial, the temoin (best man) was at the head of the parade with Aurelien - the groom - followed by Melamie - the bride carrying the 10-month old baby. As Melamie came level with us, however, she turned to say something to Beatrice behind her, and she was definitely not happy with the result. In fact, livid would be a bit of an understatement - not the happy face you expect to see on a bride. Then she disappeared back up the road again to the Marie.

Seeing Carole in the crowd, we asked what was going on and learned that one of the two wedding rings had got lost in the parade down from the Marie! Luckily Melamie returned and seemed happier (though obviously still seething - that's someone I wouldn't want to cross, she's scary. Beatrice, who was in charge of carrying the rings on the cushion said she hadn't realised that they were sitting on the cushion, but thought they were in the ring boxes (at least that's what I think she said).

This camera of ours, a Creative VadoHD, is useless in sunlight. I can't tell whether I'm running the video or not because the sunshine reflects off the screen, but I hope I got Martial entering the church - something he swore he would never do, do it shows the affection he has for Aurelien.

Once they'd all gone into the church we went down to the beach for an ice cream to wait for them to come out again, which would be some time yet, since Carole had told us they were going to have their daughter's baptism immediately after the wedding. Only in Catholic France!

We got some photos but then left since, as with any wedding, there was lots of milling around without much going on. I had wanted to wait to film the procession back up the road to the first reception which was drinks etc in a marquee near the Mairie. The French have two receptions, drinks etc immediately after the wedding, then later the dinner. Their dinner is being held next door to us, in the Salle Rene Prouin, the salle de fete of Bourg Dun.

Last thing today was supposws to be the fireworks display at St Aubin, but unfortunately we forgot until it was too late. As we were getting in the car to go down and see what was going on, we heard what must have been the finale, because we saw nothing more en route, and the number of cars coming up from the beach seemed to imply that it was all over. Tant pis.

I wonder what tomorrow will hold?