Soop, how are all your bruises? And Galen, are you being extra careful? I'm fine - hard headed in more ways than one. Tomorrow meeting up with sister in Palma, hoping for some warm sunshine before she goes back to NZ winter. There's nothing like airport security for taking the shine off a holiday. In Edinburgh last week, my hip and shoulder, as usual, set off the alarms; I went through the x-ray cubicle which I thought would be the end of it. Oh no! I had to submit to being thoroughly patted down, even to the extent of the woman feeling along the wires under my bra. Rightly or wrongly, I felt demeaned. Manchester at the crack of dawn tomorrow. Hoping for better luck there. 