No, not the song; the weather and the square patches of burnt grass over the park. Of course Mr and Mrs Sh*tForBrains don't put their barbie on the grass. They are considerate. So they put it on the bench instead. I really want to think they had a nice thick piece of stone under it, like a paving slab. You know, the type that's invisible and bends the light around itself. But I wont be holding my breath. Well not for long, not until I was past the waft of woodsmoke mixed with a little burning sausage fat anyhoo. Beth