I think Will's disclaimer of `perfection' & `ideal' is altogether too modest. And I can understand his sense of delicious confusion at Camille's flattery. Yet it may be not altogether guileless. While sadly aware that I can never hope myself to bask in that golden southern sunshine, I think I must warn him against taking it at face value. Those Ozzies can seem as harmless as some of their little spiders - yet, when crossed, prove just as lethal. Scottie B.