I have the terrible Man Flu. I have taken to my bed and am being nursed by my three legged ginger tom William. He lies with his head on the pillow beside me with his one front paw under my neck. (Bless). My pitiless wife has relented and has bought me some chicken soup with cretins, but has left it out of my reach. Zelda is calling for me to take her for a drive, but as you know, with Man Flu it's as much you can do to make it to the loo. ( the gozeunder is full!), so even that pleasure is denied me! I think I'll pull through though as I am self medicating with some D.V.D.s of classic Maserati and Ferrari cars from the 50's to 90's. I just hope I don't loose the remote! Bonzo.