I'm a wind-blown seed in the land of greed, living with a dream gone wrong

When the mother had found a particularly good bargain or, say, successfully bought all her Christmas cards in the January sales, she would refer to herself as Meenus McMinnie. I never really knew why. She just did.

Having had a busy week this week, I've only just got round to reading this week's letter from the mother. In it, she describes herself as Mean-As-Muck Minnie.

Oh.