Pot of gold

Long, tiring day. Why do days like that always come after a sleepless night?

The chauffagiste (heating engineer) couldn't come this morning, so I got on with the million questions the accountant needs answered about the school accounts.

This afternoon was mainly about fitting tubes onto other tubes: Mr B successfully resolved his shower drain issue, but we have still not found the connector that will take hot air to the kids' bedrooms. Very frustrating. So tomorrow may see me trying to string together some Italian words (eek). Also more panicky work on accounts to come, and then two weeks holiday....

And at the end of a cold, drizzly day, all the clouds fell out of the sky in a big rainstorm, then sunshine and rainbows (and two very low-flying military transport planes - one spouting black smoke. Most odd.)