Inboxed.
For the last few
days, I’ve been trying to fathom out the subject of this spam email.
Mrs. Adams -
who’s rather formal - tells me she has more faith in me than she has, or at the very least what she
believes she has, in that that’s what she thinks.
Does that make it any clearer? It doesn’t for me and I’m the one who said it,
but maybe that’s because I have more less understanding than I think; I’m so
confused I don’t know what my name is.
(...though it isn't Rose.)
Who is it that
comes up with these things? I can only assume English isn’t their first
language; or their second, their third their forth or their sixth. Maybe it’s
their fifth but I wouldn’t count on it; not only does the subject make no
sense, it closes with a rogue comma, which is just weird; it makes it all the
more unresolved, in the same way a soap opera never will be; it’s not like
the person who devised EastEnders had in mind how it'll finish when it does. Or will it
ever? That’s a bit weird when you think about it.
Perhaps I should
have opened the email instead of deleting it, but if I had I would have
probably come to regret it. In that sense, I did better Mrs Rose Adams thought
because she probably thought I wouldn’t be able to resist; not when she got the
UK vernacular down so convincingly.