Well, it did yesterday afternoon and evening anyway, after days of mere drizzle... cricket weather.
I left my umbrella in the car at the mechanic's, too. Borrowed a sort of switchblade job I found here, large but awkward. My wife who is fairly robust couldn't face the tropical downpour and called me from the tube station 300 yards away so that I could go and give her a lift under the gamp.
Back here, went into the backyard for a much-needed cigarette under the shelter of the balcony and found myself paddling, water 3" deep and rising... so to stop it from running into the house had to find the drain with the outside lights on - hidden behind a pile of chairs and a flower pot - remove its iron grille and firkle around in its mud-filled depths until the water started, hooray, to gurgle out.
So I may have prevented a nasty little flood for the people who actually live here and their extremely paranoid cat. Almost justifies smoking in the house, but herself won't let me.
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