We needed somebody to witness our signatures on some documents that had to go to our solicitor so DH arranged for one of his fishing pals to come down and do the necessary in the garden (bringing his own pen!)
As soon as he arrived the heavens opened. DH had set up his fishing umbrella over the patio table but we couldn't all huddle underneath it so we quickly signed our bit, weighed down the paperwork with tins of baked beans and dashed back inside the kitchen. Our friend signed his part, shoved everything, including the large addressed envelope, inside his jacket and legged it to his car. He'd kindly offered to post it for us because I don't want to risk the local post office as DH is shielding.
What a performance!