I reckon I'm not going to suddenly drop dead because of it. It really doesn't bother me a single bit. It's doubtful whether I really would have any time at all should I magically become un-single. The kids on the street hang around until the last minute, I think they actually like me - which is nice. Constatntly begging me to this that and the other until I really do drop down. I can't say no to their adorable smiles though. It's their secret weapon.