Let me know how you get on with that stuff I posted. If it works well, we might be able to turn it into something useful for when other folks are not quite feeling themselves.

Unfortunately I don't have my plush toy anymore. I used to own something that looked like a brown furry Cthulhu that my gran gave me when I was about five. I went home to see my newborn niece on the weekend and she has the same name as my gran did. After a few minutes shovelwork in the attic, I found him and Smockey now has a new owner.