Well, I suppose that makes sense. You can see what must have happened. One evening, as Mrs Shah sat quietly at home, relaxing after a hard day’s community-building, her fingers suddenly started typing out opinions of their own free will. To Mrs Shah’s horror, they were opinions which ran counter to everything she stands for.

“No!” she cried, as the rogue digits tapped mutinously away. “Stop! That isn’t what I think at all! I unequivocally condemn every word of what I’m writing!”

Yet the fingers wouldn’t listen. Powerless to intervene, Mrs Shah wailed in dismay as they published the opinions on Facebook, and then defied her despairing pleas to delete them.

Poor Mrs Shah. A hostage to her own hands. Still, she had to act, and swiftly, to prove that she utterly rejected the comments misattributed to her by her fingers. There was only one thing for it.