In the wet, it's just about as wet as it can get

I feel like I'm back home in the Land of My Fathers (and Mothers and Brothers and Sisters) again - it's been raining for over a week!

Now it's raining cats and dogs
and I can't stand croaking frogs
oh Brother it's wet!

(I got fungus growing on me dungarees,
got fungus on me dungas and there's water on me knees,
it's a mad crazy country in the wet!)

That's one of Rolf Harris's not mine as a matter of fact.

The house is also not mine. Not Rolf Harris's either. Someone's house in Oxford, England.