Flewers, I can't say a day goes by without a thought for you, but you often pester me when I least expect it! One day mate there'll be a cure for this sod of a disease, but in the meantime, we think of you and we chuck a few more coins in the coffers. Yesterday we were walking to the pub to play darts and our drinks were already on the bar (sad). Last month we were hammering towards Lincoln Hospital, how I love those great memories that invade my brain. Sleep well mate. Baumber