Yeah, Bob, I'm sure Mike will be glad to hear that it was all just an illusion. Which makes me wonder:   is the hospital still going to bill him? I mean, after all. . . .

Well, Rapaire, that's probably what I would do, but Barbara has a whole bunch of arcane and exotic cook books and she doesn't particularly mind something being a bit labor-intensive. What she has in mind is something called moussaka. Other folks are also bringing stuff. I don't know how it fits with the theme, if at all, but for dessert, someone is bringing mince pie and someone else is bringing flan. Wine, of course.

I'm looking forward to sitting around afterwards just burpin' and scratchin'.

Don Firth