All the better hearing from you jb! Your posting has reminded me of many years ago when I was doing the the big Christmas shopping for my parents. I came out of the supermarket just before they closed, tired, wet (it had been pouring down all day) with about 5 laden bags in each hand. There was a Father Christmas (some twerp from the local Round Table) trying to collect for charity and he was barring my exit from the shop. I tried to step around him and he kept changing tack determined he could appeal to my better nature. He shook his collecting tin right in front of my face and with a ho-ho-ho told me he was collecting for elderley people to which I replied 'Good, there are 2 at home you can have'. He stepped aside and I walked back to my car with knuckles scraping the tarmac but a wicked smile on my face. Bah, humbug!