Wet, wet, wet

There's a musical called Noah, with a song "and it rained and rained and rained and rained and rained." And today, it has. And yesterday and the day before, and the day before.
The roads are now rivers, the fields are now lakes.
And driving the lanes of St Peter's and Torteval our little red car only just made it through in a few places.
So we are snuggling down in the lounge, fire lit to ignore the world outside.