This morning I checked the rain gauge and that is all I have done in the yard today. The guage is mounted on the fence (dog digging and cat hunting skinks prevention) around my vege garden, approximately eight long paces from the back door. Plenty of time to get muddy feet with the ground completely sloppy under the grass.
Which is the joy of living so close to a river. The land here is, in effect, a flood plain with clay soil. This is the reason I built up my vegetable garden and imported a loamy soil.