'Spaw, in my defence...I normally complain about these threads as well, but I felt Noreen deserved some recompense for being seated in front of me at the Stoney Stratford Mudgathering some three (?) years ago which meant she not only had the "rattling in a trashcan" [(C) Amos Jessop] in her ear'ole all afternoon, but was first in line for my off-key dirge-like moaning. That she's now out of therapy and back in the community is a tribute to her strength of will. Of course, she plays the squeeze-box, so it's not all good news...
If that's not 3 gigabytes, I'm sure my namesake will have the Gall to add some...

RtS