Thanks for your kind words chaps, hugs to young Bek for his losses, always heartbreaking  and every now and again I find Ursula slumped in a chair beside his little grave crying her eyes out, he hung out with her most as we were at school or work. She used to call him her boyfriend. I don't know about droughts all I know are streams of tears falling from the heavens to mingle with those of own my earthly angel. The reason people don't have water is because the treatment works are flooded but I'd prefer a drought. Anything but this incessantly damp, grey, suicide-inducing  torrent, signifying season's end.  But I'm sure that's on its way...to be followed moments later by snow blizzards...