Oh how I wish the same could be said for here
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side.
If "if's" and "and's" were pots and pans,
There'd be no work for tinkers' hands.
Sadly, no one has found the magic fix across our wide brown land. And will not probably, any time soon.
(Boyd Munro tried his best, but lost heart, the dear old maverick. Where are you now Boyd? Back at Ward's Mistake?)