Load of bloody rubbish you speak. What applies in one part of the world isn't necessarily the same elsewhere.

Shitloads. Catholic families tend towards large numbers of kids.

My youngest brother and hiswife & two kids will also be at the funeral: they're staying with a friend about 90 minutes from their place on Tuesday night then driving the remaining three hours & plan on going straight home from there. Which is easier, Angus is now 17 and can help share the driving load.

Not so bad, only 5% humidity for the funeral day. A few years ago I managed OK with long sleeves & a hat in 43° with humidity at 8%. That was about 60km from where the funeral's being held.

Weather forecast for funeral location is 34° to 37°C for the 3 days we'll be in the area. Tuesday: 34°, 16% humidity; Wednesday 35°, 5% humidity & Thursday 37°, 16% humidity.
Mum will love it, I will not.

And a third flooding incident in the northwest hills. Weather reports tell us to expect rain until tomorrow evening.

So wet that in the hills to the north and flat areas to the southwest at least two incidents of house floods have occurred, according to the emergency services iOS app.

It's a bit wet outside.

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It's just too random, I can never nail down a reason or possible cause but overthinking probably doesn't help.

Whilst I recognise it from your description and can relate via personal experience I cannot identify this emotion with a name or title. But then, I'm usually not very good with emotions anyway.

Sorry.