Maybe, but they don't package and deliver! That's the real glitch, the fly in the ointment, the pebble in the shoe, the chaperone in the back-row seat of that cinema... I can't get those back seats out of my mind since they cropped up on that perspective thread; changed my persective on everything. Or perhaps it's just withdrawal symptoms brought on by the death of my PS computer - well, its current holiday in comp hospital from whence I hope it returns in rude health, not that there's anything rude within its soul. I don't really like rude.
Jeez! I've been scribbling this whilst plumbers have been working in the loo fixing/changing parts of the shower system; they have now left and I find I have so much débris lying in the bath that it'll take a while to clean... funny how one problem always creates another; and, with my own head on hair-trigger, I don't need yet a third, within!
Rob C