The Wiltshire ham is cured,but for you, I fear, there is no such hope. Strange how we are both off work until Wednesday though - it must be written in the stars. So, I will meet you in The Plough, tomorrow lunchtime - you will recognise me by the twinkle in my eye (just the one, my friends call me Cy). Don't forget your Little Dipper to reach your wallet, we can get Pisces together. If you go all Taurean on me I will remain Virgo. Now if that doesn't cause you constellations - nothing will. ttfn