I'm just a poor old woman, once rather famous in certain circles but now reduced to living on a small Naval pension left me by my late husband and whatever I can glean from the fields that surround my humble cottage.

So Tabster won't be getting much I'm afraid. But I'll dig into my meager savings and see what can be done. Perhaps a few small potatoes, or the handful of dried beans I was saving for my New Year's dinner.

How I wish that in my youth I had saved instead of spent! And now I, once the consort of the Crowned Heads of Europe, am reduced to wondering what to use to wrap Christmas gifts. I will be forced to use old newspaper, and I so hope that I do not mistakely send the remains of last week's eel.

Yours,
TSS