Much of that which I would have said has already, very ably, been said by Paul. Going back 40 years Harry and Kerry became our next door neighbours. By the end of that year we we each had a family Christmas, and the next day, a joint effort. We decided to produce a special drink. Using a brewers plastic bucket, we put in all of our drinks cabinets contents - Dynamite. Harry's father had watched us and could not believe what he was seeing. In principle this was the norm for many years, though somewhat sensibly modified. On one of our many holidays Kerry kept running to the bathroom. Said I, if I did not know better I would say she was pregnant. On our return home she went the the Doctor. Two days later I arrived at their house and Harry looked up at me and said "It won't change my life!" What can I say? There is so much I could write, but I will just say, Thank you Harry!