Thats why I'm like a bear at the moment ken, im hibernating till all this is over or the 350 runs out, whichever comes first. At the minute you're like a vulture, circling around dead rotting corpses, swooping in for a mouthful of rotten, smelly, dirty flesh. I'm like an Eagle, soaring on the wind, looking down at the greedy, scraggly vultures flying around, scavenging beneath me.