I used to gently take the mickey out of Cathy every time we had a salad that she didn't like cucumbers! How could she not like something so innoffensive? Cath used to reply don't you want some celery Wesley? knowing that I equally hate the stuff. We must have said this every time we had a salad! I always felt I could gently rib Cath safe in the knowledge that I would always be her favourite son in law!