Today we've got a poem for you, it's by Adam's father Kenn, and it is called Ampersand. & I get lots of cards at Christmas from Relatives and Friends. They start around December First, the blizzard never ends. Some come from individuals, like those who live alone. But with those who send from more than one, I’d like to pick a bone. They’ll write “From John and Janet” or maybe “Jack and Jill”, It’s sometimes “Fred and Family” or even “Liz and Phil”. But instead of writing A. N. D. to spell the short word “AND” They do a little squiggle and pretend it’s “Ampersand”. I’ve already had a few this year, they’re hanging on the wall. Some of them look like an 8 and the rest, nothing-at-all, One or two look like a lower-case E or a C that’s been turned round, Or a Number 3 with a line through it, are among those that I’ve found. I don’t object so strongly, but don’t you think you should Get round to doing it properly? I’m certain that you could. Remember all you need to do is s...