Har everyone, We are back in Manchester, which is grayshsh. It's beyoushiful here. We are never happier than when we're threwing threws, folding napkins and scattering cooshshns. Noruw, the old saying is trewwwww, nothing soothes ar souls like scattering a cooshshn. It's frantic at the moruw with the election looming. We are busy minimizing ar tax, getting ar money ooff shore and insider trading like buggery - just in case (God forbid!) John Howard looshshes the election! Oh noruw!! "Soruw Trude, school holidays soon - what's the goruw? Are yur goruwing to come to the snoee with me, Jo and Lisa Ho?" "Noruw Prue, Graham's up to his ears in booubs at the moruw, soruw we're just goruwing to hang around town goruwing marddd!!" Speaking of marddd, the little man at Crabtree and Evelyn is urva to talk Jojoba. Soruw we better goruw, soruw good luck John, Peter and Tony - we will be glewwwwwed to the telecast on election narte for a bit of blewwww ribbon r candy...woof!!! Bar bar,