Praise tells me there's lots of sympathy and cuddles for those of us frail beings with health problems, would that be right? I could certainly use a lap and lots of the kind of kindness that makes me cry just at the moment.Actaully a pint of Guiness and a small malt whisky wouldn't come amiss either. And somebody tell Cleetus that the brand of moonshine he's passing round will make you go blind ( my mother told me something completely different, do you think she doesn't know about moonshine?)