Rain, rain, rain. Rain. Rain and more rain. Hey, guess what? It's raining. Again. It's coming through the walls. Damn that blocked soakaway I should've fixed months ago. I've stripped off the wallpaper. Water's streaming down the plaster like Aira Force. The downpipes are blocked and the builder's on holiday. In Greece or Croatia, probably. Where they're having the hottest summer for 100 years. While we're having the wettest summer since 1789. Apparently. The year of the French Revolution. Can't think of a witty connection. Cos I'm wet and miserable and housebound with a painful knee. And it's raining. Did I tell you that?