Perhaps somebody did a dance

I'm running out of ways to complain about the weather. Just too many wet days to get my head around. Now I know the escapees from Glasgow I spent the evening with tell me that it is like this 9 months of the year where they came from but here in Welly it isn't supposed to be this bad. I suppose I could blame Murphy for this. My mother claims that it always rains when she washes the windows. Well I went a step further and bought some solar powered garden lights. There has been no direct sunshine since. But I made it worse this morning. I was going into town and before I left, I noticed that a tyre was looking a little bit flat. I resolved to put some air in it on my way home. It was only raining lightly when I parked the car in town. When I got back, it was pissing down. The tyre on the car was pretty much flat. How about that for a cliché - flat tyre in pouring rain. Luckily I wasn't far from my usual garage and they cheerfully fixed things for me. Their tyre guy even admired my car - something that I haven't experienced for a while.