Drippy

More rain.

School office.  Very quick, but without the benefit of a proper chat with CheeseLady (who was running late as she'd spilt whey all over herself, as you do).  The Head had had an unpleasant interaction that morning which unfortunately I can do very little to help with.

Later, odds and end were done, but most of the day has been spent fending off the mounting sense of concern that Mr B is incommunicado, somewhere between Calais and here.  No matter how often I recalculate the route on mappy.fr, he should either have been here by now, or be sleeping in a motel (and therefore have called).  More pacing is needed, I think.