I'm sure it's not the friday afternoon beers speaking ( that the managers dispense like Captain Ahab..

"Drink and pass!" he cried, handing the heavy charged flagon to the
nearest seaman.  "The crew alone now drink.  Round with it, round!
Short draughts--long swallows, men; 'tis hot as Satan's hoof."  

)

I digress... I am sure it is not the ale speaking when I say many thanks for this precise and calming answer ;o)

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Brother Frankus.