By Dr. R.H. Wood, North Battleford
Mona Lott was a character in a long running British satire entitled 鈥淢uch Binding in the Marsh鈥� (crop gathering). She had much in common with a rather refined well-spoken but incredibly lugubrious patient. He was the embodiment of negativity - the very antithesis of Pollyannaism. His remarks were so extreme that my invariable response was to LOL. Unfazed, he would continue until a knock on the door indicated unrest in the waiting area.
My letters to the editor are only intended to amuse. They are not intended to inform or inflame and they are certainly not newsworthy 鈥� not even barely so. The grim shepherd will come soon enough to unpen me and herd us all off to year-round cool glades, quiet waters and green pastures 鈥� not bogs or sloughs, I hope. So, lighten up and laugh a little if you can. The name of the Mona Lott program, by the way, always puzzled me - to 鈥渂ind鈥� also means 鈥渢o constipate.鈥�
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