Water water everywhere

It's nothing to do with global warning. Don't blame the Yanks. Nor the Chinese. Not even the Indians. It's my fault. I can not even hear the great Lord Suggs due to the rain hammering down on the conservatory roof. The wettest August on record is due solely to the fact that I purchased my dream car in July. Since I managed to get up the hill of doom oh so long ago, it has rained. And rained. And rained. I wonder if I will be able to have another trip out before the tax runs out in October?