My gentle, barely audible tut-tutting at sloppy grammar, is moving up to a higher pitch of indignation.

My old headmaster would be turning in his grave if he spotted some of the howlers I come across without even leaving the house.

When I do pluck up courage and plonk a foot into the minefield of missing commas and apostrophes, and those that boldly go where they have no right to go, the ignorance of such things becomes a disease. And it's spreading like wildfire.

The latest of many examples to hit our doormat was a Christmas greetings leaflet addressed to "all who care about Abergavenny."

It came from SAUCE (Save Abergavenny's Unique Character and Environment) and represents a number of organisations throughout the town.

Sadly, the very first word - SEASONS - left the printer before a chap with a mortarboard on his head and a swishy cane in his hand could shout: "Don't forget the apostrophe!"

It left the compositor's stone and was inflicted upon the Abergavenny public without even a fig leaf to cover its embarrassment.