Etc. etc.

Excuse the indulgence... but... I just received a parental email, the contents of which contained this badly formed sentence,

"Posted your suet etc yesterday."

I appreciate this is hardly earth shattering news. The suet will find itself part of a jam roly-poly pudding or two and no doubt a large spotted dick, but the "etc." is the interesting bit. In there, I'm assured, be Twiglets. From Scotland to Toulouse as the French crow flies they may be here by the weekend. Praise be.