Well, I'm counting my blessings. I've had some fence panels blown out (again -- I expect it at this time of year now), no tiles off the roof this time. Only took another 45 mins on top of the usual 100 to get the 74 miles to Milton Keynes, dodging trees & road-sized puddles, but I started at 6.30 a.m.. Sue (Mrs P) drove to Fittleworth in W Sussex, which is not a happy place to be, but she's in a dry-ish part of the village. Daughter Beckie was stranded in Rugeley, Staffs, with no trains, just her boyfriend ... I expect they'll keep themselves warm!

Thanks for all the good wishes. Bron, if I call my in-laws in Birmingham and ask them to get everyone to turn on their taps, do you think the Vyrnwy would drop enough to dry you out?

Steve