"...and the hunter home from the hill."

I did have a splendid if frantically overbooked Arisia, after which I came down with a spectacularly nasty cold, endured while putting on a full memorial service for my mother (complete with explosively incompatible relations and a nice buffet lunch), in a maelstrom of angst and Kleenex.

My heartfelt thanks, above all ,to negothick   and movingfinger  .

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a lovely great stack of books and a teapot, and recover.

Nine