Special Day

So, we finally got to bank holiday no. 4 (that's the fourth since May 1st...) and hey presto!
It wasn't raining!
One out of 4 ain't bad, hey?

But of course, since it was no longer raining it was, naturally, boiling hot.
That just about sums up the Toulouse climate: if it ain't snowing, it's probably scorching.
It has always struck me that we get very little mid-season weather down in this corner of Europe... a definite lack of light-jacket days. Which is a downright shame, since I seem to have an impulsive addiction to light jackets, and possess about fifty of them.
Most are therefore for display purposes only - sad.
Still, they look nice hanging smartly in the wardrobe.


Anyway, two special things occurred this bank holiday weekend: my friend Carla got married... and BB started to use the potty.
No disrespect to my friend: I'm not suggesting that these two events are of equal importance, naturally.
No, the potty thing is far more important! (just kidding).

Carla and Vincent tied the knot accompanied by their two kids, and a bunch of friends and family, including me and "the girls".
Ah, don't we look smart? And so natural?

Well, three days on, the marriage seems to be bearing up fine, but the potty usage is a little sporadic. There seems to be a home / creche divide that cannot be crossed: apparently, a grand total of four wet underpants had to be changed by the nursery staff in the space of one hour on Tuesday morning.
Ah well. Rome wasn't built in a day.
Toilet training - like marriage - requires constant effort: each day, we must commit anew to making it work.
And one day... it all falls into place.