This is tropical named puddle "Frank Spencer." It is the first ever named puddle in my back garden and was caused by climate change - it wasn't there yesterday before the rain started. Being honest it is there about 2 days out of 3 but now it has a name I can pretend it is unusual and remarkable. If you don't give up your capitalist lifestyle and start living in caves, eating grass and dying before you reach 40 the puddle will get bigger, or smaller, or warmer, or colder, or go a funny colour and that will be your punishment for owning a cabbage patch kid doll when you were a child. Oh, and this post is nothing to do with the fact that I'm hoping to head off to a global warming summit meeting in Paris with all my mates in a few weeks time.