From a Facebook advert:
1 lucky lady will win a handbag worth £950 courtesy of Mulberry.
Tell me please, how can a handbag be worth £950? Even with my purse, mobile phone, camera and Zovirax in it mine is worth less than half that. (Even though a titchy tube of Zovirax costs a fortune.)
On a slightly different note, I am hardly disturbed at all by my novel rejection. Is this a good or bad thing? Does it mean I don't have belief in my writing or have I, sensibly, just given up hope?
The latter I suspect.