I received a letter from my mother today, accompanied by an assortment of clippings from the Sydney Morning Herald.
Among these was a syndicated piece about the new recruitment methods for MI6. (Rather than relying on "nods and winks" in the halls of Oxford and Cambridge, MI6 has set up a recruitment website to attract people from a wider variety of backgrounds. The article was ever-so-slightly tongue in cheek about it all.)
What's not clear to me is whether my mother is encouraging me to contemplate a career move ("The name's Frindle. Yvonne Frindle."), or whether she simply thought I'd find it amusing. One can never tell. After all, this is the woman who, when I was in high school, urged me to become a geographer.