Speculation, Fact and Fiction

At the moment I'm juggling quite a lot of admin, namely the normal plus extra as a consequence of my agent's death, plus husband who's sick as a dog with a truly vile cold, plus all the stuff necessary for Christmas which would normally have been dealt with well before now. It's all a bit fraught. And it'll get fraughter if me or the lads go down with the aforesaid vile cold next week...

So I'm taking amusement as and where I can find it at the moment. Today, I was checking the junk email folder, as our highly recommended PC-Cillin internet security very competently tags it and sorts it. Thus I was presented with assorted folk apparently offering me 'spam: the ultimate gift!'

Which naturally prompted vaguely Pythonesque visions of gift-wrapped tins of luncheon meat.