And the heavens have opened.
I'm not getting it in, as it can't get any wetter.
BIL is here and he's TWITCHING. He's asked us several times if we're sure we want to leave it. And keeps commenting that 'ooh it's really coming down now' and looking out at the garden.
I'm just glad he wasn't here at 7am when I got the darked on loads in...
I thought people who stressed about this kind of thing were just invented on MN. I didn't realise actual adults feel the need to rescue wet washing from the rain, or dry washing from the dark.
Aibu?