Well, he's lured the temperance league under the porch with promises of signing the pledge. I think they are getting high on the fumes, I'm now listening to a full chorus of Barnacle Bill the sailor. There's no marmite left, and not an elbow of macaroni. I didn't mind running to the odd meal in the hope of sobriety, but catering for for all the bible bashers is a bit much. I think I'll a-go a-wandering and leave them all there. Will update you on progress or lack of said.