Bucketing down last time I looked.
Sad reality is that your old Wombat suffers from time to time from the dreaded Gout and today's one of those days. Bloody green vegetables.
I thought they prevented gout. Well, solidarity, brother: I just shovelled 30 cm. of snow off the estate and I decided to add your brandy to mine. Succour is required.
(By way of saying "bucketing down" would've saved me a stiff back in the morning, which is why I'm having a stiff drink tonight.)