Pfft, buncha soft London types. Back when I was living in Somerset we had floods all the time! Wasn't a day at school if you didn't get a bit seasick from your desk bobbing up and down. Why, when I were a lad we had to go out into the fields at morning break and make sure that all the cows were still wearing their snorkels. That's nothing, when I was a youngster I had to get up half hour before I went to bed to get and earn some crust , my dad convinced me to prepare for my future by saving as much money as I could, it was only when I reached the age of 19 I found out he'd painted the electric meter red and told me it was a money box. You where lucky! 26 of us lived in a lake. We'd also get up an hour before we went to bed, eat a hand full of hot gravel, pay the mill owner for the privilege of workin. And when we got home, our dad would slice us in two with a bread knife and dance on our graves!.... Sent from my SM-G930F using Tapatalk