For the longest time, I dreaded the rain coming, knowing that it would inevitably mean a trip into the attic to change the towels mopping up the rain coming through the leaky roof. Then we finally got the builders to pull their fingers out and carry out the repairs they'd meant to have done over two years ago when we told them the rain was coming in.
And since then it's not really rained at all up here. Typical. We've had drizzle, occasional showers, but nothing worthwhile, nothing that really proves one way or annother that the repairs have or haven't worked. And tonight it seems that London and most parts south of here are having a torrential downpour and I'm feeling almost jealous. The irony is not lost on me.