However, I awoke to find a little note pinned to the upstairs loo saying not to use as it there had been a leak. It seems Tim had come down to the downstairs loo and found the floor covered in water which he assumed had come from the upstairs one. A plumber was hastily called.
Having found nothing amiss there seemed no alternative but to flush and see what happened. Tim stood with bucket at ceiling to catch the cascade and....nothing. At all. Tim said he was sure he hadn't dreamt it. I told him if that was his idea of a wet dream he was doing it wrong. However, repeated flushings eventually proved Tim right and there was a satisfying drip out of the light fitting. Something had to be done.
So while Tim and the plumber got to work, I duly went into town to see the exhibition now with eldest son, Ben, as my companion. No hardship this. Always an interesting chap to talk to, and now 21 and graduated he is a far cry from the bouncing baby I once recall bottle-feeding! So we enjoyed the excellent (but for £10 very small) Bruegel exhibition, then pottered around the rest of the Museum, had a stroll around the gardens
After lunch Tim and I headed for the Victoria galleries which have a nice art collection of their own, although one that fits into a single gallery.