Quasi Supernormal Incremental Precipitation Inducer?

I'm beginning to get depressed about the weather. It seems every time we decide to do something, we are dogged by bad weather. Obviously, it's not as bad as the weather that followed Rob McKenna the rain god in So Long and Thanks for all the Fish by Douglas Adams. But, for example, yesterday we went up to Scarborough to the Cricket Festival. Yorkshire are playing Warwickshire and we were full of hope as the forecast was fine but windy. The sun never got out and the temperature was freezing. The cricket was excellent for a Yorkshire follower as they got Warwickshire out for 129. However, when Vaughan and Gale were batting, it wasn't long before they were back in the pavilion due to bad light. If we had gone today, the weather is fine and Yorkshire have reached over 450!
After we had taken the children back home on Saturday, we came home and called in to see Lisa. Then we came and got ready to go to Pauline and Alan's for a barbecue. We had barely got sat down and got the first beer before it started raining. Still, the BBQ continued and we had a very good time. The cooking took place in the garage and the eating in the conservatory and dining room. It was nice to chat to Susan and Andrew and catch up with the other guests.
We came home fairly early because we were going down to the Birdfair at Rutland Water. We wanted to go see Vaughan Ashby of Birdfinders about a holiday and see what else was on offer. It rained all the way there but stopped as we were approaching Rutland. We had a good look round and saw Vaughan, picked up a few brochures for other places. We were having a cup of tea and deciding what to do next when the sky became darker and darker so we decided to call it a day. Just as well because as we got to the car, the rain started again and continued until we were nearly home.
Barbara began the task of cleaning up after the kids on Monday. I helped as and when. We keep talking about getting stuff sorted in the morning and then going out for a walk in the afternoon. It has never happened unless you count today when Barbara walked across the park with me to the hairdressers. She went and got a card for my very clever niece Danielle who got 3 A star, 5 A and 1 C GCSEs while I got cropped. We had to stop and get a drink as it was so warm! Ah well, maybe there will be an Indian summer.