As we speak there are loud knocking noises coming from the garage. It is my husband john, feverishly working away, as he has done for the passed 24 hours, fitting a back seat/bed to the VW Devon 1972. Oh, it is with gladness that I realise that that length of chain and the handcuffs have finally come in useful. Another 6 hours and I will pass him his second bowl of gruel and maybe the odd chewed bone that the dog has finished with. Damn! the knocking has stopped, I must go now, baseball bat in hand, to make sure he continues with the good work! (Actually, I am posting this thread to let Les know that we should be ok to give him a lift as we now have the means!!!