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