It's raining, it's pouring

and natch Jonathan is snoring, but the other unwritten rule when the weather is like this is that we will obviously be going camping in France.

Snorkel....... wetsuit....... Oooh la la.

We're doing it the soft way in a 'cottage-style' mobile home. (we used to call them a caravan when I was a kid) so we can look forward to what sounds like a million seagulls tap dancing on the roof and many a game of Go Fish.

At least the exams are over.