Dear Aunty Cindy,
Why does the title of this thread provoke an image in my mind of a locked glass cabinet, behind which is a well-worn implement of discipline, and underneath a slogan which reads:
I try to warn them, I try to plead,
That to be naughty there is no need,
Yet still I must, with expression solemn,
Employ 'Aunty Cindy's Agony Column'