Cheers, Dave. Mind you, it would have helped if I hadn't gone arse over tit on the coast path the weekend before last, cutting my toes and knees and grazing my head into a Gorbachev lookalike mode. The lads at the Bude Surf Life Saving Club patched me up and ordered me off to the minor injuries unit in Bude, where a lovely nurse spent an hour and a half delicately picking bits of sand and gravel out of me. I've still got a few sore bits. So that's me in the wars for all of September and half of October, on top of bloody covid at the start of July. At least I had the hot half of July and the whole of August to enjoy! When the ladies on the tills at Morrisons (who all know me - it's like that round here) ask me how I am, these days I always reply that I'm giving meself just a bit more than a 50% chance of making it through the night :-)