Will this be the day we get water back at the house?

Kate and I stayed up drinking, eating and bonding til 3am, I think we drank everything in the gite, including some Malawi gin.  So Chris had to get up and go to the house on his own to wait for the plumber.   Kate and I had a VERY slow start to the day and after lunch we went to the Notaire's office to try and get copies of my birth and marriage certificate.  Well, you can say what you like about French bureaucracy but that lady knew where the file relating to our house purchase was and photocopied the relevant documents in no time, with a smile and at no cost.

Chris spent most of the day burning wood in the garden while either waiting for the plumber or while the plumber was actually repairing the leaks, because of course once the big leak was dealt with, lots of little ones made their presence known.

Kate and I sat in the garden nursing our hangovers. Me with a trusty cup of tea, Kate with a bottle of rosé.   The resilience of youth!

Chris continued burning wood, despite there being no water on site and eventually he and the plumber decided that they would simply run a flexipipe to the caravan so that we can move in and we can make a final decision later about what to do with the house.

A quiet night in!