That's a bridge too far for me: I have no ovaries to spin , no desire to spin analogous parts, and no regrets. I do remember an old story about a hanging wicke

That's a bridge too far for me: I have no ovaries to spin , no desire to spin analogous parts, and no regrets. I do remember an old story about a hanging wicker basket with a hole in the bottom of the seat and a bed beneath. Surely ovaries would spin, but I digress...