I'm unsure how it happened, as with most things these days. :shock: Her who must be obeyed agreed to let me purchase the wonderful all singing all dancing 70 -200 VR thingy. All will undoubtedly be well until I decline her attempts to check the mastercard bill, bank statements and access to my piggy bank. Wish me well, it could be a rocky road from here on in. :lol: It's a sure way to lose weight, buy lenses, then you can't afford food or beer. There must be logic here somewhere.