There but for...........there go I. I'm so glad that I have found blogging, 'tis better than sitting on a Brigh ton Pier, watching the pebbles getting their bed bath. I look out of these portholes, and long as I do not see a reflection I can dream of ........ As the swerling crowd pass and see this decaying flesh and bone[sans teeth , sans Eyes, sans taste,sans every thing]. [Willy the bard of Avon], they rush on the same mispent seconds, they do dissappear [the seconds, that is,also the Dervishes]and never to return except to agitate those little remaining grey cells. 'Tis so much like being out there with Friday looking for the rite bottle and then rite a comment [wish you were HERE]. There is so much to say, yet to express it decently is very very hard. It is a shame that a few of the staff have not found happiness in their work. I have in the distant pass, have been to these institutations [in my work capacity]. But as you mentioned, some do marvelous work and others it is storage system. I wish more would consider having animals as regular visitors, for they do appear to bring people out of the inner mind and they seem to bring a smile and a tear to many a wizand face. I will try and wait for a letter from Buckingham Palace, congratulating me on my genetic luck by continuing to agravate blog spots.. Dungbeetle