Okay, Padraic. You're forgiven. But that was quite a close call. I almost had to send a carrier pigeon to Santa, and you know how hard he is to find at this time of the year. However, I offer as a translation challenge this phrase: "Why that Christmas thievin', badger lovin', undrhanded, no good.... cry havock and let y-slip ye peacockes of warre!" I'd translate it myself, but at the moment I have eighteen things to do, and all of them are annoying. By the way, am I the only one listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons at this time of the year?