Hi, Count Zero, no, we didn't rebuild in Kinglake, our home town of 30 years. We just couldn't face it. That terrible, terrible afternoon and night 42 people died in our town, many of them dear friends of ours. Some, young people we'd known since birth. We now live in another town, about 32 kms away. On a happier note, let me tell you more about what Patrick did for me. On the Sunday, after I'd met him the second time and yes, I received the fabulous kiss and cuddle, he asked me to write down my name and address. I wondered why, but then again he could've asked me to hack off my left foot with a nail file and I would've happily complied! LOL Anyway, about 3 weeks after the cons, a very big postal tube arrived and I immediately recognised Patrick's handwriting. Yes, he'd addressed it himself. Inside were 9, never-before released, full colour posters of Patrick, all signed! Needless to say, I was delighted! But...about 2 weeks after that, I recieved a notification from the post office that there was a big parcel for me, too big to deliver. So off I went and yes, again there was his handwriting on this enormous box. It was so big I had to get my husband to help me get it into the house! Inside was an absolute treasure trove of the most astonishing personal items from Patrick, ALL signed. He knew that along with everything else we'd lost, all my extensive memorabillia (TNG and Patrick), collected over many, many years had been destroyed so that dear, dear man had sent me these fabulous things as a way of helping me begin again. The thing is, this stuff was so good! Of course he knew I'd never sell it, not one item will EVER appear on ebay, and some of the things are so personal and important I'm not going to disclose what they are simply because they mean too much to me and I think it's kind of between him and me, but when I said I owed him a great deal, that's kinds of a HUGE understatement! Sometimes, when the nightmares come, or the PTSD gets bad, I read the lovely letter he wrote that came with the box of treasure and it picks me up. What can I say? When it comes to Sir Patrick Stewart, I'm a done deal, but honestly, can you blame me? He is a decent, kind and caring man and I wish him every happiness. I wote to him to thank him and I did try not to gush, but how can one adequately express such gratitude? Sometimes words just aren't enough.