In solidarity with Maud — a few nights ago I dreamed I got one of those Nigerian emails asking for money. There was an attachment and I stupidly clicked on it. It was a photograph of a tiny man that inexplicably swelled up and turned into a real man who stood beside my chair and demanded money. So David and I decided to take him to the police station. He grabbed his shoulders and I grabbed his feet and we carried him through the streets of our small town. It was a long and unpleasant journey because he was heavy and also impertinent. And we had to wind our way through crowds of tourists. Unfortunately, once we got to the station, the police officer had never heard of spam and I couldn’t seem to explain it properly to her. The man just sat there, smiling smugly.