Hi Jim, it is a wonderful thing that you do. It is obvious you enjoy what you do,despite being plied with numerous cups of tea. and trying to leave the person's house. But look at it another way you are not using any of your own energy as in electricity, only your own energy to talk when you can get a word in edge ways. Think yourself lucky you are not visiting me, as I have been told don't I ever shut up, my nick name is little Miss Chatter Box. It Could be even worse you could be visiting Carol. Hope you sleep tonight. As an elder in the Church of Scotland, I have a district to supervise; and, because we're on the run up to our communion season, each elder is expected to visit each member of their district to invite them to the service, and check that all's well with them. My district has fifteen households in it. The majority of the members of my district are housebound...and women. Sorry, ladies, but you lot can talk, and talk, and talk! Communion's a week on Sunday, and I'm supposed to have finished my rounds by now.....aye, right! Some hope. I have ten houses STILL to visit! Oh, yes, it's great to chat with friends, and, of course, that's what they are. The trouble, though, is getting out of their homes! I've just spent two hours visiting one old lady whom I've known for twenty years. She's wonderful for her age, her mind's as sharp as a knife, and she has a strong, confident faith. We had a great natter...even mentioning God for thirty seconds. So, what's the problem? Tea. She loves it - drinks it by the gallon. And you simply cannot refuse a cup; she'd be offended. The problem is, though, that she must put half a packet of tea in the pot...and stew the brew for ten minutes. The resultant tar in the cup is absolutely deadly...you could use it as a substitute for Domestos! There must be an overdose of caffeine in each cup. That means that, at this time of night, I'm normally tired (I usually get up around six in the morning for my medication). Not tonight, though - the caffeine has simply driven all thoughts of sleep from what's left of my mind. WOMEN! Jim PTL! < < ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 10.0.1427 / Virus Database: 2441/5295 - Release Date: 09/27/12 As an elder in the Church of Scotland, I have a district to supervise; and, because we're on the run up to our communion season, each elder is expected to visit each member of their district to invite them to the service, and check that all's well with them. My district has fifteen households in it. The majority of the members of my district are housebound...and women. Sorry, ladies, but you lot can talk, and talk, and talk! Communion's a week on Sunday, and I'm supposed to have finished my rounds by now.....aye, right! Some hope. I have ten houses STILL to visit! Oh, yes, it's great to chat with friends, and, of course, that's what they are. The trouble, though, is getting out of their homes! I've just spent two hours visiting one old lady whom I've known for twenty years. She's wonderful for her age, her mind's as sharp as a knife, and she has a strong, confident faith. We had a great natter...even mentioning God for thirty seconds. So, what's the problem? Tea. She loves it - drinks it by the gallon. And you simply cannot refuse a cup; she'd be offended. The problem is, though, that she must put half a packet of tea in the pot...and stew the brew for ten minutes. The resultant tar in the cup is absolutely deadly...you could use it as a substitute for Domestos! There must be an overdose of caffeine in each cup. That means that, at this time of night, I'm normally tired (I usually get up around six in the morning for my medication). Not tonight, though - the caffeine has simply driven all thoughts of sleep from what's left of my mind. WOMEN! Jim PTL! < < ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 10.0.1427 / Virus Database: 2441/5295 - Release Date: 09/27/12