When ‘tidying’ mice are more hindrance than help | Brief letters
Re the tidying mouse (Mouse secretly filmed tidying man’s shed every night, 7 January), a few years ago, my husband put a ring of chestnuts around the bed on the floor to repel spiders. But the chestnuts kept disappearing, and of course I got the blame … until I tried to put on a pair of boots that I hadn’t worn for a while, and found a whole collection of chestnuts inside. We’ve never known for sure, but we did have mice at the time.
Eveline van der Steen
Maentwrog, Gwynedd
Mr Myerscough’s throwing his underpants in the laundry bag should be applauded (Letters, 8 January), but it is nothing next to my 78-year-old husband regularly managing to kick his off and land them on his head, a performance which makes for an enjoyable end to the day. I have withheld my name: it’s a rare sight but I’m not selling tickets.
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In 1978, as a new resident of Peckham, London, I asked a newsagent if he had a copy of the Guardian. He said “No, sorry,” then offered me a copy of Pravda as an alternative. I was never sure if he was a serious lefty or was taking the piss (Letters, 9 January).
Tony Clarke
London
All right, who’s going to tell the reverend (Letters, 5 January) that Jesus wasn’t born in 0AD?
James Wilkinson
Ford, Shropshire
It seems there’s a spare CBE going (Former Post Office chief hands back CBE as Horizon scandal intensifies, 9 January). Poetic justice surely suggests passing it over to Gwyneth Hughes, the writer of ITV’s Mr Bates vs the Post Office.
Jim Wilson
Broughton, Oxfordshire
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