As mentioned before, I'm so tired my dyslexia is like a child in a candy store. 6s for 9s, yeah I can see that. Screwing up the spelling for any word over 5 letters, it's a given. But when I keep screwing up the word 'feath', like in 'feath pym', I think it's time to get in line for a brain transplant. 'Hello! My name is feth, fath, faith, fethe, feath. Please kill me now.'