So what do you do when it's the school hols and it chucks it down?
It's obvs innit.
You hunt down the enormous inflatable whale you bought on holiday last year, blow it up with the foot pump, leave the foot pump lying about for everyone (me) to trip over, spend two hours jumping all over the sodding whale, then abandon it in the middle of the living room - thus preventing anyone actually being able to move in there.
Then you moan A LOT at the suggestion that it should go back where you found it. To the extent that you look like you might actually cry if that happens.
Good old British summers eh?