I realise I am getting to the point where although I care passionately about so much I am at the same time a bit vague, to put it politely. Earlier I was reading about a woman whose house was torn to shreds by a tornado. Not a poor person in the States but a prosperous, fortunate person writing about the awfulness of her experience in north west London. At one point she remarked that she couldn't find, 'a glass free spot for Doushka', and I assumed this was some new London expression for 'nor love nor money'. Turns out it was her pet dog.