Last night I was enjoying a shower when the doorbell went. Mrs. Veg answered it and shouted upstairs "have you got any money?" (rhetorical question in Chez Veg) and I directed her to my wallet. When I'd dried my Adonis-like body and changed into my silk kimono I padded manfully downstairs to ask her why she'd needed the money and who'd been at the door. I was prepared to have a go at her in case she'd given the local trick or treat Halloween brigade any money, as she'd tried very hard to stop me wiring the door up to a car battery. Anyhow, she told me it was two young girls in combats and berets. I immediately thought that my repeated romantic PMs to Kathy West had finally paid off but, NO! It was apparently the local CCF going door-to-door for the Poppy Appeal. Here in the Veg household it's the only charity apart from Macmillan Nurses that we support (the missus was an Army brat), so a tenner goes in. They had poppies and a collecting tin but I've never experienced this form of collecting before. So, were we had over by two cunning con-artists or was this legit? V!