Edelweiss. That'll do me. I even heard the old ladies at St Mary's in Radcliffe turning it into a hymn in the days I when was herded into midnight Mass. Heheh. All the young dudes stood at the back (Fr O'Hora gave them a very un-Christmassy bollocking one year, and I thought, blimey, at least they've come to Mass!) because with all that Christmas Eve beer inside 'em they'd never survive a whole hour without sneaking out for a pee. Though the flippin' plant in question is just a glorified cudweed...

You look happy to meet me!