Not even Mr Poutine can cheer the day up

My tolerance for the rain is nil.

Actually, I'll correct myself. In the countryside, I love the rain. I love the way it refreshes the green and seems to renew the earth. The smell is wonderful.

But my tolerance for rain in the city is nil. Especially in Ottawa, where you just know that anything over 5 mm will send the sewers into overload and streams of shite into the Ottawa River. And that isn't a metaphor.