Sod's Law

Yesterday was the quintessential rainy bank holiday. It poured down all day. Literally all day. Without pause.
My mounting feeling of claustrophobia was tempered somewhat around 1 pm, when something quite remarkable happened.
Both kids fell simultaneously into a deep sleep that lasted for hours and hours.
It was as though they knew: this is a dreary day. Nothing interesting is going to happen. Better just to sleep it away.
It made me wonder if maybe even babies are born with an innate aversion to rainy bank holidays?

Footnote: Some time ago, FH asked me to explain the meaning of the English expression "Sod's Law". I gave quite a roundabout, convoluted definition, that didn't really seem to get the message across.
But now I have the perfect example.
This morning, November 12th, the day after the bank holiday, the day that tired, headachy parents all over the country are sighing, sniffling and returning to work, and kids are trudging off to school and creche... this morning, the sky is a radiant blue and the grass is twinkling with dew and the possibility of outdoor play...