I think my idea of hell is everyone saying 'Oh, how awful for you' -- at the points in my life when that is the only thing that a kind person would say to me, I've usually run away and hidden until there is the possibility of a spot of comedy. This is what comes of learning your coping mechanisms from pets ...

I'm so pleased it all made sense: this is not a given with my ramblings! And oh, you made me laugh with the idea of critiquing the critic. That would be fun, I could argue for and against myself! XXX (And sorry for the late reply, but you know I am crap!)