Washout line

We're having some friends round for their tea later, and George remains convinced that we're going to have a barbecue.

You have to grudgingly admire his refusal to accept the facts. Every five minutes (or maybe it just seems that way) he'll say "look, the rain's stopped now dad," in spite of the water continuing to fall from the sky.

Matt was rather more resigned: "This is Scotland, George. Get used to it."