Hi Jean good to see you back.I'm a bit disappointed you weren't getting at me.I must take this opportunity to finish the story of my great Aunt Jean,you know the one she was good at Knitting,she got a job on a farm cleaning the yard anyway one day she was walking across the yard carrying a bucket of Bull Shit when she tripped on some Dog Muck(I think someone was spreading it about)anyway no matter,she dropped the bucket fell headlong into the Bull Shit,by the time they got her out she had been infected with a terrible affliction(which she had to endure for the rest of he life)it was called Wittonamania,apparently it attack's the brain.