As we were leaving the house, there was an absolute deluge and I flatly refused to stagger down the mud to open the gate so Mr N had too. the roads were like rivers, I thought about cancelling our reservation but Mr N doesn't mind aquaplaneing, once we were halfway through the countryside it was sunny. We always go out to eat on a sunday, I refuse to cook. I notice he was talking to himself at the table so I asked if it was a private conversation or could anyone join in, he was embarrassed, poor Mr N, he thinks he is so cool!!!!