I cannot come tomorrow, I cannot spare the time So I hope you will accept my apology in rhyme. I fear the aches and pains that will follow in the wake of exercise - the painkillers I'll be forced to take. Miss Potty, dear, I'm delicate - battered, black and blue; Your yoga and your ballet classes put me in a stew. I went through umpteen tins of Ralgex, and a state of nervous pain So you'll understand my absence - I cannot stand the strain. Jim PTL! <><