I am buoyed however by discovering that as mid-summer descends upon the beautiful city of Edinburgh it is raining there and the maximum temperature forecast is a mere 14C.
And it is also raining in London, Port Vila, Bangkok, Jakarta, Adelaide and Melbourne.
So we are far from alone in developing a landscape which is becoming a sponge.
I am also buoyed by the knowledge that it is forecast to be sunny today so about 15 per cent of the water strewn about the property will either sink away or evaporate...and then on Wednesday and Thursday the next drippy arrivals will call in...sigh.
But hey, in four days' time we will be exactly half through the winter...in calendar terms.
Oh yes indeed, the count-down has begun to the time of the daffodils and freesias.
Six weeks and September will beckon.
I'll start planning the Christmas shopping in a fortnight.
The only downside about the far too familiar falls of rain lately is that the newest occupant of our abode is house-bound.
It is a very small cat...a chum for the 3-year-old dope we already house and feed.
It was a kitten in danger, put it that way, so we took it aboard to give it a chance, and it has taken every possible chance it can get its very eager little claws upon since.
I once had a strange dream that a strange stranger arrived at the house one clear day and brought us remarkable fortune.
All of a sudden everything changed, and the rains disappeared and the fridge was suddenly filled with remarkable fare from all parts of the globe and the floors all turned to a shining sort of marble.
And there were the distant harmonies of what sounded like the melodic ringing of bells.
And then I woke up and heard the tiny newcomer dragging another ornament from the shelf to the floor and then scuttling across the room to launch an attack on a pot plant.
Distant harmonies indeed.
And across the kitchen floor there was indeed the hue of shining linoleum...the thing I have begun to simply call "Boo-Boo" (because everything it does is error-ridden) had fired its drinking water everywhere...and sort of made little islands in this small lake with grains of his kitten food.
And yes, within the fridge there were indeed interesting new foods which had previously not taken refuge there.
Boo Boo's special "this is how I get to grow" food sachets.
I am terrified that one night I'll stagger in there in a half-conscious stupor looking for the leftover couscous for a midnight snack and end up building an immunity to worms.
And then something will attack my toes...again.
"Oh it's so cute," the kids say.
To which my mind immediately settles on the sight of the "litter" tray every morning which is sufficient to sway me from a breakfast of peanut butter on toast.
But here's the odd thing about little cats.
It was only about 6-weeks-old when we took it aboard and it immediately recognised the dirt box and has never failed to not use it.
Is it in their dna?
It also appears to recognise what rain is...sitting up at the window watching the rice fields develop and accepting that nope, it's no place to dwell...yet.
On the fine days it will be adorned with its little harness and lead and tied to something safe...like the idling lawnmower, and then it will discover the wonders of scrambling up little trees and digging out the new shrubs we put in last Tuesday.
But for now, like his bemused big chum, it is indoors only and that is, at times, challenging for all.
Bring on the blue skies.
