It never rains but it pours

It has rained most of the day and the thunder has been bouncing off the mountains and at times the rain has come down in torrents. When this happens, you can forget walking up the steps outside the house into the old village. I took the opportunity to do a little more bellringing practice with Mrs TT and to clean windows and sort out the workshop, both jobs that have been waiting to be done for some time. Tonight we are going up to the village of Py with friends for an evening of gypsy guitar music and seiche sétoise which sounds a little more appealing than cuttlefish in tomato sauce!