As very few of you know, I have several websites that I maintain and some of them involve research and publishing every day, one of them is my village wide famous blog of offbeat news and uncommon facts (I even have a promo poster in the local post office!). Anyway, My dad phoned me today because I emailed him an article about his second cousin getting signed to play for Manchester United (a football team on trafford park or something). He was talking and mentioned that I sounded distracted, so I replied that yes, actually, I was on the blog and having trouble getting stuff down. He just hung up on me and ten minutes later I was still wondering why when mother rang me, without hesitation she suggested I eat some figs or prunes and contact my doctor. I hate my family.