Now Rose, would we love him if he wasn't difficult, demanding and complimentray of my cooking???? Why if he didn't suffer from the blackest angst would he be IAN for Gosh Sakes? Ian, the man who endlessly put together my Fred Meyer funiture, who tacked up my wall paper borders, who convinced me that one sip of real home brewed mead wouldn't turn me into a raving Irish alcoholic. I ADORE the man! Only wish he could have saved my lap top, but then she was a gonner before he could open his toolkit,I'm afraid. Evil, no doubt, but NICE Evil! We need more Evil folks like Ian. Love, Mum