Flood.

I was alone in the house when the heavens broke and water began creeping under the upstairs french windows. Towels were unable to stop it so I spent a good half hour with a mop, tryng to prevent water running down the stairs. 
I knew what needed to be done. A drain pipe was collecting water from the roof and dropping it directly on the terrace. The outlet on the terrace wasn't large enough to take the massive influx of rain water and the wind was blowing it against the windows. I knew that the drain pipe from the roof must  be moved so that it didn't drain on the terrace. Tired already, armed with really useless folding screwdriver and an adjustable wrench, feeling full of self pity, I tried, in vain to unscrew the bracket that fixed the plastic drainpipe to the wall. It wouldn't budge but it had to be done, so I hit it hard with the wrench, pulled and shoved until it came loose enough to yank off. Then I found a drainpipe elbow and was able to use it to divert the water away from the terrace.
I received no sympathy or help from the men who were dealing with more serious issues, of course. 
Road works badly done by the town council a few weeks ago caused sewer pipes under the road to break.....just outside our premises which if not for a bit of fast thinking and action by our people, would have resulted in our pool being flooded with ........t.

Luna Rossa won against the French boat and Jannik Sinner beat Medvedev and I don't need to water the garden for a few days.