The German billionaires have gone off to their house in Switzerland. Their construction crew also seem to have gone. The large blue crane stands immobile by the village pond. Bob takes the opportunity to christen its tyres.
Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse the builders show up ( unexpectedly ) to replace more of the broken floor tiles. While the boss works upstairs , the two morose lads are told to fill a cavity in the garage wall with insulating foam. A simple job that should have been done nine months ago.
After lunch 'the font ' goes out to take Bob and Sophie off to the cycle track. The little Skoda has been parked outside the garage, windows down. Somehow a jet of pressurised insulating foam has found its way through a crack in the wall , past the open car windows and onto the front seats. A distance of, at least, ten feet. Insulating foam, we discover, is easy to remove from paintwork but is not so easy to remove from upholstery. Foam stains now join the water marks on the seats ; a legacy from the time the car was left outside in a storm with the sunroof open.