1. I bring the pushchair in and shut the door behind us. The heating has been on for half an hour.
2. To go upstairs to the attic and listen to the rain pelting down on the tiles and the water running into the gutters.
3. Our landlord's handbook warns that the cellar floods in bad weather (we're on a hill, so water comes in and then goes out again). Well, the rain hurling itself at the windows is definitely bad weather, and for the first time since we moved here, there is not a sofa on the cellar hatch. I open the door to have a look. Bone dry... and much, much larger than we thought.
