I like the local Jehovahs. They're two little old ladies who come round once a year or so, and never seem to get around to proselytising. Mamma takes them for walks round the garden (large garden, with quite a few rare plants - don't ask me what they're called[1]), while I tend to sit down and talk theology with them... last time I sent them away with a book to read[2], which amused me.

Oh, and speaking purely for myself, Swedish-style ginger biscuits (see Ikea) work very well. Might even make me put away the thumbscrews for a moment.


[1] - In my world, there's "Grass", "Trees", "Plants" and "Edible stuff". ANd Crysanthemum.
[2] - "The Spaceships of Ezekiel", J F Blumrich