I remember the summer, it wasn’t very long ago. We had forest fires, we trees and plants dying. Parts of our land had huge dry cracks, I couldn’t see the bottom of them.

That was then. This is now. It’s pouring down.

When we used to live in England, the rain started at the end of August, and lasted until the beginning of the next August. And it was cold. Here, it comes a few hours at a time, and it isn’t cold - but when it comes, it comes.

Down in Malaga, there is a sort of a car park, in a dry river bed, very convenient for locals and visitors to the nearby hospital. It has been raining - hard - for about 12 hours. I have had to pump water OUT of the pool, the cracks in the land have long since filled up and collapsed to make the ground nice and flat, and I can almost hear the orange trees whispering “thank goodness”. Every one knows it’s raining.

Except the guys who have parked in the dried up river, apparently! What’s the matter with these people, don’t they look out of their windows?

12 hours heavy rain, and a car parked in a dry river bed - even if alarm bells were not ringing, you would think that something would be whispering around somewhere. “Move the car”

Well, there’s no need to move the car now. It has been moved. Together with a dozen other cars. They have all be swept downriver - yes, it’s a river now, perhaps something to do with the rain? Some of them are jammed under a bridge, and some of them have been swept out to see.

The real problem is, some poor police driver has to get down into the cars, jammed under the bridge, and make sure that no-one was in the car. Of course, if the cars shift in the floods, the diver would be in real trouble. Fortunatlely, no-one was, they didn’t, and he wasn’t.

But remember, people, when it rains, the water runs into rivers.

Even in Spain.