You don't see many of these in north LondonIn March this year, I received an email informing me that my 2003 Cadillac DeVille had had an urgent safety recall. I was told to take it straight to my local dealer in Texas for a free repair.
This would have been unremarkable, except that I live in north London and do not own, and have never shown any interest in owning, a Cadillac - DeVille or otherwise.
On further examination, I realised I had been mistaken for a man called Reuben R - my email address somehow having become attached to his identity.
I thought little more about it until I received a message three months later - again intended for Reuben R - from the National Republican Senatorial Committee (NRSC), inviting me to sign a birthday card for Donald Trump.
When I failed to do so, I received a further email informing me that the signing deadline had been extended and that I should get on with it. "There will be no more extensions - SIGN THE CARD NOW!" commanded the message.
This was the beginning of a whole series of Trump-related emails, intended for Reuben R - evidently a loyal supporter of the Republican Party's presidential candidate, but instead reaching me - a left-leaning, female writer living on the other side of the Atlantic.
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