Yikes. As the resident Little Sister, I have to say I'm scared out of my wits by all this. ("What's to become of me? What am I fit for? What have you left me fit for?" -- Eliza Doolittle in GBShaw's Pygmalion.) I'll try to come up with an offering -- but this collection of brilliance is as intimidating as ever. Welcome back, Aine -- sorry about your thumb, hope it recovers well and speedily. We really missed you!