Floods of biblical proportions

I can't tell you exactly what I was doing when I heard that retro pop sensation Michael Jackson had died however I did find out on Twitter which I'm sure will make the BBC happy. However that's all I have to say on that matter as I have been preoccupied with other things.

It was Fliss' birthday yesterday so we headed down to Le Gros Frank last night for a meal with Fliss' Mum, partner and sister. Despite a slightly shakey start from a lovely but nervous waitress (warm champagne, the horror!) the meal was lovely. We did however forgo desert and instead supped our coffees and desert wines back at the ranch.

The serving of such food was slightly hampered by the every expanding micro-fracture in the master pipework coming into the house. As a result 3 days after reporting the leak to the rental agency we currently have a rather leathal kitchen floor and ad-hoc towel based dam. In theory the plumber should be with us in the next half hour and then we can continue preparing for the BBQ on Saturday.

The forcast for the weekend is looking less than ideal but then I stopped believing the forcasts around here a long time ago. We shall have to see what happens on the day, at least it's currently drier than Glasto ;-)