I stared hard at the damned thing last night, agonised, and then, well, it's in the post, and I apologise profusely. REALLY profusely. Give it to the dog, or charity shop, or burn it, please
Meanwhile effusive praise and thanks to Ploshkin for this delight, it will be treasured [and I don't deserve it]
I shall now slink off, head hanging so low my chin has carpet burns, and never darken the dark side again