A couple of years ago we went to Australia. We were on vacation in the land of "no worries" mate. Unfortunately I learned my Dad had a fall just after we left and I spent a lot of time worrying. Right now I have to confess I'm worried about a friend who has some uncertainty in her cancer treatment and recovery. I have two faults. OK, only two that I can admit to in a short amount of space. First, I come from a long line of worriers. It's in my genes. Second, I'm a guy.