back a bit earlier than expected! I hope you are refreshed and not too sunburnt. ........................................\\... When I was a wee lass, we weren't allowed to go outside to play with our friends until all our chores were done around the house. That meant chopping wood and bringing it in, setting or stoking the fires, making our beds, doing the washing up, sweeping the verandahs, raking leaves, helping with the cooking and the weekly wash and the shopping. If chores weren't done, we didn't get any pocket money and didn't get to play. Recently I had the misfortune to deal with a couple of young whippersnappers supposedly serving in the Chemist. They could certainly see I was looking for something in particular, but do you think they could drag themselves away from their obviously inane conversation? No. These young girls were totally rude and unpleasant and quite frankly they both looked like something the cat dragged in. Immediately I could see that glazed look in their eyes, very typical of zombies and when I asked if they had the particular item, they both just looked at me with that completely blank look as if I was the one who had come from a different planet or that I had dog poop on my shoe, and one of them mumbled something (inaudible gibberish) and went back to chatting with her "coworker" and completely ignored me. Now, I'm not one to cause a scene in public, but I came very close to