A Mrs Trellis of North Wales

We have a wonderfully funny radio programme called"I'm sorry, I Haven't a Clue". At a certain moment, the Chairman (He is too old to be a Chair) says: "On this subject, we have had a flood of letters. From a Mrs Trellis of North Wales".
So, y'all, I intend to invent my own version of Mrs Trellis of North Wales. And here is why:
I loaded one of those freebie programs that tells you how many people visit your blog. Twice a week, they send me a chart to show, day by day and hour by hour, how many "hits" by blog has had. Every chart to date looks like this
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0
Which could mean that nobody is reading my blog, thereby confirming my colleague Johanna's theory that people who have blogs are losers, loners, pathetic nobodies who don't have a life. Thank God, she is wrong. I have had SO many letters from a Mrs Trellis of North Wales. You wouldn't believe what a loyal fan she is.
One thing I don't understand, though. All her letters begin "Dear Jerry Springer". Maybe she has a defective typewriter.
This is a boring post. So here is another photograph of one of my heroines, Margaret Lockwood (she is too old to be a hero):