Oh dear, it's silly season again.
I've just driven up to Glasgow, and it's been raining most of the way. Not "cats and dogs raining", but "windscreen wipers on and a fair bit of spray" raining.
And the number of muppets driving with their rear fog lights on was just unreal. What's more (and I'm kind of ashamed to say this) the worst offenders, apart from van drivers, seemed to be other Renault drivers.
So if any of you are reading this, they're called "rear fog lights" for a reason. They're only for use when visibility is exremely reduced, which normally means when it's foggy (and even that doesn't mean a bit of mist on the horizon, but you can still see half a mile in front of you.) If you were supposed to turn them on at the first sign of drizzle, they'd be called "rear rain lights." Here endeth the lesson.
On the bonus side, I've been bumped into an executive room at the Holiday Inn. The bedroom is bigger than my living room at home.