Topic: Outside Advice

Olivia Storm

Date: 2015-09-28 08:26 EST
Who you gonna call when you need advice about your wife and your sister is halfway across the galaxy' The next best thing, of course! And for Johnny, the next best thing was Victoria Granger. He could have easily called Lucy, but he didn't really want to ask Miss Perfect for advice right now. It wasn't just the fact that Vicki and Liv were best friends, and that Lucy tended to preach and scold, but the fact that Johnny and Vicki were friends, and he felt more comfortable approaching her than Lucy, especially regarding this particular subject. He had already stopped by the firehouse to talk to the chief about taking some time off, and the theater where Vicki worked was practically on the way home. He just hoped he caught her while she was still there because otherwise, it was going to be difficult finding an opportunity once he got back to Maple Grove. He knew his way around the theater pretty well, but had to stop and ask people a few times before he was able to locate her.

As luck would have it, Vicki was actually on her way back to the main theater from the workshops that were located out the back, ducking in through the stage door and sneaking into the auditorium via the stage before Johnny caught up with her. She grinned brightly on seeing him, her arms full of sketchbooks. "Hey, Burny Man," she greeted her friend warmly, deliberately employing the nickname Lyneth had dropped on him. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

He rolled his eyes a little at the nickname, hoping it hadn't gotten around too much. "Very funny. Did you change your name to Lyneth?" he teased back. "Um ..." he stammered, looking around as if to see if anyone was in hearing range. "I was wondering if I could buy you lunch." That request was so random it was obvious he'd sought her out for more than just that. He knew she wouldn't believe him if he said he'd been in the neighborhood and thought he'd drop in since they were neighbors back home at Maple Grove.

The request was enough to make her blink in surprise, but she was already smiling as she opened her office door. Unlike the bosses, she had her office on the ground floor, to be closer to the actual work being done on her designs. "That sounds like a good plan," she nodded in agreement. "Just let me grab my bag, and we can go and paint the town beige for lunch."

"Beige is pretty boring, Vicki!" he said with a chuckle, a little relieved she hadn't pressed him further to ask what this was all about. She'd find out soon enough, after all. He just hoped she didn't think the worse. No, he wasn't getting a divorce, nor was he having an affair. No one was sick or dying. He just needed a little advice.

"Well, if we paint it red, you won't fly straight and I'll forget how to drive," she pointed out with a laugh of her own. With her bag over her shoulder, she locked the office door, slung her arm through his, and headed for the street cheerfully. "So what?s on your mind" Need help picking baby names?"

"No, we've already decided it's Jon if it's a boy and Vicki if it's a girl," he replied with a smirk, obviously teasing. He arched a brow as she tucked her arm through his, but didn't argue. A few rumors might get around if anyone saw them together, but their spouses knew them well enough not to suspect anything.

"Really' So you decided against Ermengarde and Zebedee, then," she grinned, the merry expression only too at home on her often mischievous features. "How about ....Sally Olga, for a girl?" Her eyes slid to her companion cheekily as they reached the street outside, wondering how quickly he'd get that.

"Too old fashioned. Why don't you run those names past your hunky hubby next time he gets you knocked up and see what he thinks?" he teased back, as easily as if she was his sister. He turned her as they reached the street to head for a cafe a few blocks away.

"Oh, so you don't like the idea of having an S.O.S. in the family?" she asked sweetly, snickering. She was one to talk - she and Jon had an E.R., after all. "And who says there's going to be a next time for me, by the way' We might have decided enough is enough."

"Oh, that's very funny. Har har," he told her sarcastically, rolling his eyes again, though he couldn't help smirking. How their spouses put up with them, he couldn't say, but they each had their own unique brand of humor. "Uh huh, right. And I might be the pope," he replied, knowing her and Jon better than that, or at least, thinking he did. He doubted they'd stop at two, though it seemed they were taking a break for a while. "Try having four." Though to be fair, only one of Johnny and Liv's children so far would be theirs by birth.

"Your Holiness, you forgot your long white dress and cross today," Vicki shot back with a snicker. "Are we incognito?" She nudged Johnny fondly, dragging him almost bodily into the first cafe they came to. "How is that going, by the way' I haven't seen either of you collapse in tears yet, so I'm assuming not that badly."

"That's me ....Pope Johnny the First at your service," he teased back, as he got tugged into the cafe. "Jeez, Vicki, take it easy!" He came to a halt just inside, frowning a little at her question. "That's sort of what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Ah, the ulterior motive." Vicki might still have seemed to have been teasing, but Johnny had come to the point rather fast there. There was a more serious note in her eyes as she drew him to a table in the corner, out of the way of bustling back and forth. "Anything I can help with?"

He didn't even bother to deny the insinuation that he'd had an ulterior motive in asking her to lunch. "Maybe," he replied as he took a seat at the table, not bothering to look around for a waitress or menu. "I think I might have screwed up."

"Johnny ....I seriously doubt that there is anything you can do that will make Liv seriously think that you don't love her anymore," Vicki informed him calmly. "She's pregnant; pregnant women have insecurities. It doesn't take much to reassure her, I promise."

"O-kay," he said, sounding not entirely convinced, but before he could go on, the waitress found them and deposited a couple of glasses of water and a menu on the table. Johnny frowned a little at the water, knowing those ice cubes weren't going to stay frozen much longer with him nearby, but he still muttered a thank you.

"I've done it twice, trust me," she smiled at him, leaning back as the waitress put the water and menus down. She rolled her eyes at the ice in the glasses. "I am never going to get used to the insistence on ice in water when it isn't hot outside," she muttered, mostly to herself, and let her eyes scan down the menu, squeaking with delight when she spotted a favorite and not often enjoyed dish. "Okay, so ....what happened?"

"Um, well ....I was at work, and Liv took the kids to the market," he said, choosing to start at the beginning rather than just jumping right to the real reason for his visit. "And I guess she had a bit of a meltdown. She felt horrible about it. I'm sure the kids will forget all about it, but she was kinda freaking out. She said Alex asked if she still loved him later, and she lost it. I was exhausted from work. We had a big warehouse fire earlier in the day, but I didn't want to worry her, and by the time I got home, she was wiped out, so I helped with dinner and got the kids to bed and stuff. All I wanted to do was ..." The waitress just happened to return at that moment, and he frowned as he looked to his menu to pick something out.

Olivia Storm

Date: 2015-09-28 08:28 EST
"Moules mariniere, please," Vicki ordered for herself, happy to stick with water and give Johnny a second to catch up and order for himself. His description of their respective days thus far sounded perfectly reasonable, and rather familiar. Not in the details, but in the feelings.

"Um, a BLT, please ....heavy on the B," he told the waitress. "And a cup of coffee, black," he added as he handed her the menu. The water was only going to get hot once he touched it anyway. Looking back to Vicki, once they were alone, he cleared his throat as if he was a little embarrassed to share the rest of the story.

Dismissing the waitress from her mind with a smile, Vicki leaned onto the table, giving Johnny her full attention. "Let me see if I can make a reasonable guess," she suggested, seeing his embarrassment. One thing he didn't parallel her with was a lack of embarrassment when recounting just about anything that had gone wrong. "You were both tired, you'd both had bad days. She invited you to do something intimate with her, and you may or may not have used the phrase "don't want to hurt the baby". How close am I?"

He arched a brow at her astute insight. "Pretty close actually. I was tired, and I just wanted to snuggle. God, that sounds corny, doesn't it' She wanted me to scrub her back, but I was afraid that would turn into something else, and ....She's only got six weeks to go, Vicki. If anything happens to that baby ..." He didn't even want to entertain that thought, much less consider the consequences, knowing they'd both be devastated. "She had a hard time getting pregnant because of me. I have no idea if we'll be able to have any more after this one."

Vicki smiled gently. "Okay, lover boy, listen up," she told him firmly, on solid ground with this one. "Unless your doctor has actually said to you "no, absolutely not, under no circumstances are you to get intimate with each other", you're fine. She's thirty weeks along, Johnny. You're well out of the danger zone, and even if she went into labor tomorrow, both she and the baby would be fine. Sure, the baby might have to spend a week or two in the hospital because they'd been very small at this point, but the point is, babies survive being born this premature all the time on Earth. And we're not on Earth, this is Rhy'Din. We have access to far more when it comes to medical intervention here."

None of this surprised him, but didn't do much to reassure him either. "But I don't want the baby born premature. I don't want to take any chances. I want the baby to be healthy. This baby has to be healthy. If anything happens to the baby, Liv will be devastated," he explained, not bothering to mention that he would be, too. "But I think she thinks I don't want her, that I don't find her attractive, and nothing could be further from the truth. I was just tired, that's all, but how can I tell her that when she's the one that's pregnant?" In the end, it seemed a lack of communication was what this was all about, at least on his part. "Anyway, I talked to the Chief this morning, and I'm going on stand-by until the baby is born, and then I'm taking paternity leave."

Vicki stared at him for a long moment, and visibly changed mental gears. "Johnny, just because she's pregnant doesn't mean that anything else about her has changed," she pointed out. "Did you tell her you'd had a long day yourself" Because if you didn't, and then you automatically assumed that an invitation to scrub her back was her asking for sex, then you only have yourself to blame there. I know you two; you talk about everything. If Liv wanted you to nibble on her naughty bits, she'd say so outright, wouldn't she" So chances are all she wanted was to share the shower with you. A little bit of closeness does a hell of a lot of good, you know."

"No," he replied bluntly, frowning a little. What good would it have done to tell her he'd had a long day' She was the one who was pregnant and who'd had to deal with three lively kids, as well as a full-time job. The truth was they both were tired and adjusting to life as a family, but he was far more concerned with her health and welfare than his own. "She's always fussing over me, Vicki. It's my turn to fuss over her now." And maybe now that he was on stand-by, he'd be able to give her the attention she deserved.

"Mmhmm, okay." Vicki paused, leaning back as their respective lunches were put down in front of them. "Thank you ....Let me get this straight, Johnny. You came home, didn't tell her you'd had a bad one as well, used a phrase that most pregnant women despise rather than admitting that you were tired and just wanted to snuggle, and you're confused about how that upset her. Am I right?"

Johnny winced. Put that way, it sounded pretty bad. "Yeah, I guess, but I kind of explained it to her later." After he'd made her cry. He sighed, feeling more guilty than ever. "Look, I love Liv. I can't even start to explain how much I love her. She's everything to me. She's my reason for waking up in the morning. I just didn't want to worry her or make her think I was being a baby. She's got a lot more on her plate than I do, and she's pregnant besides. I love working at the fire brigade, but some days are hard. When I get home to my family, I just wanna forget about work for a while and enjoy my time with them. I don't want to drag work home with me, you know?"

"Okay, let me turn this around for you," Vicki suggested, long fingers working on opening each mussel in turn to pick out the meat inside. "If you were the one who had been working most of the day, had a bad one, was a little freaked out over the kids, and just wanted a little closeness with Liv, but she didn't tell you she was tired and said no, how would you feel?"

"But I did want closeness. I just didn't feel like ....you know," he pointed out, realizing part of his mistake had been assuming she wanted intimacy, when that wasn't what she'd been asking for at all. "God, I must sound like an idiot. What guy doesn't want ....you know?"

The redhead across the table started to smile as it dawned on him. "It's got nothing to do with the baby, Johnny," she told him gently. "You've stopped talking to each other, haven't you? You've got completely caught up with being parents, and you've forgotten to be a couple. It happens to everyone. Jon and I don't have a date night once a week just for a night off from the kids, you know. We do it to have some time together. Sometimes we go out, sometimes we stay in, but whatever we do, we do it together. How long is it since you and Liv had even a couple of hours with each other and no one else around?"

"Uh ..." Johnny stammered, uncertainly. "When one or both of us wasn't snoring?" he asked, practically answering her question with that question. He didn't really remember. Life had become a whirlwind of getting the kids ready and off to school, then going to work, and coming home to get the kids fed, homework done, and off to bed before falling into bed themselves. He couldn't remember the last time he and Liv had really talked or spent any real time together. "I guess we kind of rushed into this family thing, but we really love the kids. Our lives wouldn't be the same without them anymore."

"And there it is," she chuckled. "Okay, well, that is something I can help you with. Not tonight - Ben's got a cold apparently, and I doubt you want two sickly little ones lounging around the house. I'll give you a call, and we'll take all of them - teen, kids, and dog - overnight, and return them the next afternoon." She smiled at his quiet justification. "Johnny, there's nothing wrong with needing some adult time, seriously. I think what you and Liv are doing is amazing, and the way you've taken to it is incredible to watch. But that doesn't mean that your whole lives are now entirely about three or four little people. You're a couple, first and foremost, and you deserve time to remember that, together."

He nodded, taking all that in and finding it good advice. They had rushed into having a family, not by choice but by circumstance. They had opened their hearts to Fliss and Alex and Maria and even Bella, but it had left very little time in their lives to just be Johnny and Liv. "You're sure" I mean, you already have a houseful of your own."

Olivia Storm

Date: 2015-09-28 08:29 EST
"And we have a very big house," she pointed out with a grin. "It's just one night for us, Johnny, but it's one night you and Liv need. Believe me, even a couple of hours can be enough, so long as it happens regularly. And you don't have to have sex to be a couple."

"And here I thought that was the best part," he teased with a bit of a smirk, though he thought he understood what she was telling him. She was right, though - they had been so busy with the kids that they hadn't really had time to remember what it was to be a couple anymore. It didn't seem like it had been that long since they'd gone on their honeymoon, and yet, a lot had changed since then.

"Speaking of sex, though ..." Vicki paused to take a sip from her glass. "You have been getting her off, right' And letting her wank you off?" Yet another part of the joy that was talking to Victoria Granger - bluntness as standard.

Thankfully, Johnny wasn't taking a sip of his coffee when she'd said that or he might have spewed his drink all over her. Instead, he only coughed, his jaw dropped open a little and his face turning beat red. He felt his temper rising, a flame flickering briefly from his fingers before quickly staunching it. "I think that's a little personal, don't you?" he asked, just a little defensively.

"So, no, then." She offered him a sweet smile, licking her fingers clean quickly. "Again, you don't have to have full sex to be intimate. Hell, you don't even have to take your clothes off. And you're not going to hurt the baby if you do go all the way. Yes, it's awkward, but there are positions that make it less so."

"Thank you, Doctor Ruth. Have I ever told you about what happened in the limo and Jon's dressing room the night of the Fifty Shades premiere?" he teased her back, with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes, daring her to guess.

"Oddly, no," Vicki chuckled. "I think we were all a bit distracted with what happened after that premiere. I knew there was something I should have asked you while you were obsessing over how to ask her to marry you." She winked at him, easing back from her plate. It was virtually impossible to embarrass her, after all.

"I know what to do in the bedroom and elsewhere, trust me. It's just ....like you said, finding time when we're not so exhausted and sorting out how to do it so I don't hurt her or the baby. She's going to ask Jon for early maternity leave, if she hasn't already," he added, picking up his sandwich at last. There was no worry about it getting cold when his touch warmed it right up again.

"Johnny, you've never hurt Liv," she pointed out. "Ever. What makes you think you're suddenly going to lose control and hurt her - or the baby - now?" It was a fair point, after all. "Word to the wise, though ....ease up on the hurting the baby talk. I can only speak from my own experience, but the further along I got, the more Jon worried about hurting the baby, the more I felt that I wasn't important in the equation at all. I felt as though the baby was more important than anything, and I was just a walking womb. I know that isn't what Jon thought, and I know that isn't what you think of Liv, but the more you say it, the more invisible she's going to feel behind her bump."

"I don't think that at all," he replied, a little defensive before realizing she was only warning him, not accusing him. "Okay, what do you suggest other than spending more time together?" He was already formulating a few plans in his head, but he was curious what another woman who had already been in Liv's shoes might think.

"This is going to sound weird," she warned with a grin, "but try to ignore the fact that she's pregnant for a while each day. Talk to her, tell her about your day as much as she tells you about hers. Take over dog duty - I can guarantee the long walks are okay, but bending to pick up poo hurts like hell right now. Organize an activity or a day out for all of you as a surprise; maybe a trip to Hatton Point, or ....No, wait, you've built that tree-house, haven't you? Why not organize to spend the night out there, all of you together" You arrange the food, the sleeping arrangements, the fireworks, everything, and just tell her that's what?s happening."

Fliss mostly did dog duty these days, but he could certainly help with that. And Fliss had suggested a chore board, which should help a lot, too. "And how do I get a pregnant woman into the tree-house?" he asked, wondering if she had an answer for that, though it occurred to him almost as soon as he'd said it that he could simply fly her up there, instead of expecting her to use the ladder.

"A winch?" she suggested with a grin, knowing he had other means at his disposal. "Am I helping at all, or am I just making the confusion worse?"

"No, you're helping," he was quick to point out. "It's just a lot to think about. I think maybe I'm taking it all too seriously, but having a baby is serious stuff!"

"Not so serious that you should forget how to laugh about it," Vicki assured him. "Trust me, if I hadn't been able to laugh about it during the first weeks with Emily, I would have been in tears every single day. Long story short; you are going to make mistakes, it is going to be horrible sometimes, but if you can laugh about stuffing your newborn into a manila envelope filled with cotton balls because you forgot to buy diapers, you'll get on much better."

He blinked at her, uncertain if she was teasing or serious for a moment before breaking into laughter. "You didn't really do that, did you?" he asked, assuming if that was true, it was likely to have been Emily. "See, I would have used a flannel shirt or something, maybe stuffed with toilet paper," he said, hoping he never had to worry about that. "So, you're not gonna ask me to do a striptease at the baby shower, are you?" he asked, remembering when Miranda had asked him to do just that for Vicki's baby shower once upon a time.

"Oh, we really did," she admitted with a laugh. "The envelope was Jon's idea - anything to stop me holding her over the sink forever." Snickering at that memory, she flicked her hair out of her eyes as he went on. "Well, it all depends if that's what you want to do," she pointed out. "Mataya's the one doing most of the organizing - we don't really do baby showers in England, so Lucy and I don't have the first idea what?s appropriate."

"I think my stripping days are over," he admitted, that smirk still in place on his face. Especially now that he was married. There was only one woman who had the right to see him half naked and that was Liv. Besides, it was a baby shower, not a bachelorette. He always wondered if Miranda hadn't been confused about that. It had been fun, but it wasn't something he was planning on repeating. "We don't know if it's a boy or girl yet, you know. We wanted to be surprised. I suppose that sounds silly."

"It doesn't sound silly at all," Vicki assured him warmly. "We didn't know with Ben. I think the only reason we wanted to know with Emily was because of the ghoul situation. I preferred not knowing, actually. We didn't get snowed under with gender-colored clothing, for a start. Which reminds me - we have a huge bag of stuff Emily never wore or used. Want it?"

"If it's a girl, sure! But I don't really wanna dress a boy in pink," he replied, finally finishing off his sandwich. "I kind of like Margaret for a girl, in honor of Peggy, but ..." He frowned at both the memory of Peggy and the fact that he didn't want to steal the name from Steve and Lucy, in case they ever had a daughter. "Not sure about a boy." His nephew was already Franklin, so that was out, and Johnny didn't really want to name their son for his own father anyway.

"It's not all pink," she laughed, but she got the point. "All right, I'll hold off until I know it's a girl or a boy." Sipping her water, she smiled at the waitress who whisked her empty plate away from the table, and leaned forward to give Johnny her full attention again. "Well, names don't have to have any special significance," she pointed out gently. "Emily is for my mother, yes, but Rose was just because it sounded nice with Emily. Likewise with Benjamin - it went with Humphrey." She chuckled, shrugging. "Don't stress yourself out trying to pick the perfect name. Make a list of names you like, include the children in making that list. One of those names will suit the baby, I promise you."

Olivia Storm

Date: 2015-09-28 08:30 EST
He arched a brow, not having considered the kids in the baby-naming process. "That's a good idea," he said, though they might end up with a French or Russian name on the list that way. Still, he thought it was a good idea to get the kids involved and one he hadn't really considered before. "So long as it's not Igor or Ivanna," he teased back, nodding his thanks to the waitress as she refilled his coffee.

"What, you don't like the idea of having a baby Frankenstein?" she asked teasingly. "Seriously, though ....how are you feeling about all this now" Less panicky and guilty?"

"Still a little guilty, but better. I need to talk to Liv though. I think we need an adult night," he admitted, perhaps for the first time since the two of them had turned into a family. "Thanks, Vicki," he said with a warm smile. "I really appreciate the help." He didn't explain why he hadn't gone to Lucy or Sue with his questions instead.

"Anytime, Burny Man," she promised him. "You're family now, whether you want it or not. You're one of us." This was delivered in the worst possible Igor voice she could have come up with, and sent her off into gales of laughter at her own terrible joke.

He echoed her laughter, feeling a lot better now that they'd talked. "So long as I don't have to change my name to Granger," he teased back.

"Storm-Granger, Granger-Storm ....Nope, they both sound like unreliable real estate agents," she laughed, rolling her eyes. "So Liv's on leave as of now then, hmm' And you're, what ....on stand-by until the baby comes, and then on leave?" She considered this for a long moment. "That should sort you out easily enough. And I will call you tonight - I'll have a better idea of how ill Ben really is when I get a look at him. Jon's a bit of a drama queen sometimes."

Johnny smirked, his mood definitely brightening. "Well, he is an actor. He makes a living being dramatic," he said, in Jon's defense. He wasn't gonna touch the part about being a queen, though. "I'm on stand-by, meaning I don't need to report to the fire station, unless it's an emergency where I'm really needed." He couldn't very well turn his back on the entire city if a real emergency broke out, after all.

"Well, no, obviously," she agreed. "Like I won't hesitate to call Liv if Jon starts having a breakdown about not being able to work out what he's supposed to be doing next and Sol can't help. But it's all about you guys and your family right now. Which means you can't get away without coming to dinner sometimes, okay?"

"Dinner at the big house?" he asked, frowning a little again. He and Liv still found Humphrey a little intimidating, despite the fact they he seemed to have accepted them as honorary members of the family.

"Sunday dinner is an open invitation to everyone, and that includes you," she told him with a grin. "Besides, Humph likes you guys, and he loves your kids. You could make an old man very happy if you came up once a month, you know." She might have been laying it on a little thick there, but it was true.

"Once a month is do-able, I think," he replied without hesitation. Once a week might be a bit much, though. He didn't want to get on the old man's nerves, after all. He had a feeling this little luncheon was quickly coming to a close, and he needed to collect the kids from school. "I should be going," he said with a small frown, not wanting to seem ungrateful.

Vicki's eyes strayed to her watch, and she nodded. "It's that time," she agreed with a grin. "I need to get back to the theater, anyway." She dug around in her bag for her purse, rummaging for a couple of bills to cover lunch. "My treat, no arguing or you'll be late for the kids."

"My treat next time," he replied. If there ever was a next time. Though he may have just had lunch with another woman, he wasn't too worried about it getting around, since he thought of Vicki as family. She was more like a sister to him than anything else, and he had always felt comfortable asking her for advice. It was more than he could say for either Lucy or Sue sometimes. "Thanks for lunch and for the chat. I really appreciate it, and I'm pretty sure Liv would say the same."

Tucking her bag onto her shoulder, Vicki found her feet, grinning at his turn of phrase. "Liv would thank me for feeding you and chatting to you, hmm?" she teased, opening her arms. "You're not getting away without a hug, Johnny Storm, so get it over with now before you start blushing."

"Liv would thank you for the advice," he pointed out as he, too, pushed away from the table and moved to his feet. "Why would I blush?" he asked, trying hard not to. He felt a little awkward hugging her, but seemed to manage it somehow, unable to contain the heat that radiated from him like a walking furnace.

"Because I am a stunningly sexy older married woman, and you never quite know where my hands are going to end up," she grinned impishly, hugging him tight for a moment before letting him go. "Go on, go and collect your kids. Say hi for me, okay?"

"That's true," he replied with a chuckle. "Sorry, but my ass is spoken for these days." Besides she had her own hunky guy to go home to and grope. "Say hi for me, too. We'll come by for Sunday dinner sometime soon. Promise." He paused a moment as another thought crossed his mind. "Oh, I meant to ask you ....When Liv goes into labor, we're gonna need someone to keep an eye on the kids."

The redhead raised a brow above her smile. "Johnny, what did I just finish saying?" she asked him gently. "If I'm prepared to babysit, we can definitely look after your kids and your dog while Liv's in labor. Just let us know."

He nodded again, looking a little relieved. After all, he knew these things tended to happen at the most unexpected times, though it shouldn't be for another six weeks or so yet. "Thanks, Vicki. Say hi to Jon-boy and give the kids a hug for me!"

"I definitely will," she promised. "Have a good evening, Johnny!" Offering him a wave, Vicki headed back to the theater with a wink and grin, her good deed for the day justly done.

No need for a car when you could fly and off Johnny went with his usual shout of "Flame on!"

Problem solved.

((The Grangers are good for advice, aren't they' Well ....this one is, anyway. :grin:))