As I walked across the yard to get my bike this morning, I saw my landlady doing some gardening. At some point long before I dragged myself out of my pit, they'd put up the gazebo, which amused me considering the forecast. I said I'd be blaming her if I got wet but she said to blame her husband as it was his idea. I said it was nice to be able to blame him for something that was actually his fault for a change; we laughed and I went into the shed to unlock the bike, attach the panniers etc. As I did so, I heard my landlord emerge from whichever shed he'd been in.
Her: Jo says it's your fault if it rains.
Him: Why?
Her: You put this up.
Him: She could probably do with an extra bath.
Me: I HEARD THAT!!!!
Him: <silence>
Her: