I never thought I'd write a letter about football. Normally, the subject brings a shutter down in my brain.
But I was elated, along with everyone around me, when England got to the semi-finals.
My feeling was, "I might be struggling, but at least the country is having some success".
My guess is that many people felt the same. Here, at last, was the source of a "feel-good" factor.
I can't hide my disappointment that England didn't win. I feel that we've lost not just a football match, but an opportunity for many to rediscover a belief that dreams can come true.
Now I'm back down to earth with a bump. It's just like losing on the lottery!
Mrs E Hobbs
Judging by the performance of some privatised companies who put profit before anything else, the sell-off of our nuclear industry could bring us a disaster of untold proportions. It seems this Government will do and risk anything for pre-election tax cuts.
R Hewitt, Sheffield
Don't parcel out
I am a postman. Remember me - the bloke who gets up in the middle of the night so that you can have your mail with your cornflakes?
Six months ago, we were being talked about as heroes as we struggled through snow and freezing winter weather to bring you your post.
But now, when summer is here, we are the villains for daring to ask for our rights at work.
It would be nice if manufacturers stopped giving away gifts and just lowered the price of their products.
Emily Lee, Edmonton, North London
The anger shown by Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr George Carey, when choirboys locked the toilet doors at the Palace of Westminster (Daily Mirror, June 26) was surely un-Christian.
Shouldn't he have just told his guests to turn the other cheek?
John Adkins, Burton upon Trent, Staffs
In our local club there is a quiz machine. About four of us play it at the same time to help with the answers.
Last week one of our friends, who is a bit of an intellectual, rose in our estimation. To win the money he had to answer one of the most difficult questions we have faced. It was: Who sang Oh My Darling Clementine?
We were all shocked when our friend said: "I know that one. It was Deputy Dawg".
We were even more surprised to discover the answer was correct.
Rob Hawkins, Redditch, Hereford & Worcester
The art of the matter
As a former art student and aspiring artist my favourite book is The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh.
Every page speaks of his incredible dedication and feeling for humanity and nature.
Raymond Powell Ely, Cardiff
I recently bought a second-hand paperback for 20 pence for a friend as a joke.
However, since picking up I Wanna Tell you A Story, Max Bygraves' autobiography, I have been unable to put it down. As a 26-year-old I missed out on most of his comic genius but am glad to have found him now.
C J Brown, Chelmsford, Essex
SOLDIER GETS A TON OF PENPALS
I have received 100 letters from readers wanting to be a pen pal to bored soldier Mike Weston, serving in Bosnia (Dear Jo, June 20).
I sent all of them on to Mike, so he must have plenty to occupy his mind now.
If any readers want a soldier as a pen pal, the central sorting office in Bosnia will distribute your letters to our boys.
The address to write to is: A serving soldier, A Regiment (your choice, or just general), BFPO 544.
If any soldiers read this and want to request individual pen pals please write to me at the Daily Mirror - Jo.
LET'S FIND AN EASTERN STAR
I am the Frank Lemay who Joe Welding wanted to find in his letter (Dear Jo, June 20). I would love to get in touch with both Joe and Maurice Nicholls, the other man he was trying to find.
I often think about our service days and the good times we had in Hong Kong together.
Frank Lemay Lowestoft, Suffolk
I will forward your address to Joe - Jo.
I am one of six brothers and sisters who were adopted. I am looking for the youngest whose name before adoption was Nathan Hazeltine. He was the son of Vic.
He is about 28 and from the Epping area.
Gary Hills Brentwood, Essex
I am longing to trace ex-ATS friend Sheila Sharpe. We were switchboard operators on a gun site in Colchester in 1942/43.
Sheila became Mrs Peters and, I'm told, moved to an estate called Peabody Buildings. I was then Mary Gardiner.
M Keitch Taunton, Somerset
I last saw my brother William Jones 20 years ago. His wife is called Ann and he has three sons, David, Christopher and Michael.
Last seen by my sister in Maryport, he moved to South Wales in the Seventies. We once all lived at Mill Way, Bushey.
Beryl Anne Smith Romford, Essex
This is my husband, John (above left), who looks just like the late actor Sid James from the Carry On films.
John is a decorator and for the past 30 years so many people have said to him: "Hello, Sid".
Margaret Raven, Southend on Sea, Essex
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|Date:||Jun 28, 1996|
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