Torrential rain. Gales. Normal weather then. 125 mile road trip. Floods. Normal driving then.
Trolley jousting at supermarket as world goes mad for every food item just in case they run out in the 36 hours the shops shut. Standard.
Coming home and finding the flashing between cottage wall and workshop roof has decided to let as much water as can in. Nightmare. Chances of it getting fixed in the next two weeks. Zero. Chances of it not raining heavily, about the same as Rudolf crash landing on Big Ben. Zero.