Well I was going to let the compliments (on my choice of lifemate) continue to roll down upon me without response for a while. But after spending 2 hours trying to fix a broken humidifier (bought to discourage the cat from eating her fur) I thought I'd try a dose of Mudcat. Hoo-Haa! Anarchy reigns. Now as most of you know my usual suggestion for dealing with adolescent silliness is "laugh, and be glad the offensive party doesn't live next door'! To this I would now add: Find a copy of "Anton Karras and his Zither, play music from 'The Third Man', pour a glass of cheap white wine, and browse through your library for a Peter Timmerman novel". Oh, and be glad you're not being chased by Joseph Cotten in a Berlin sewer!

Rick