There’s nothing quite like a quintessentially English summer of sport. Strawberries at Wimbledon, leather on willow, pubs open until 5am, and all underpinned by the heart-rending saga of Bob the cat, Arthur “Nosebleeds” Fery and Harry (future president) Kane when, blow me, Nigel Farage resigns. Scotland may have had a disastrous World Cup, but it’s all very entertaining.
Alex Dickie
Edinburgh
• Marina Hyde’s article (So it’s Trump 1, Belgium 4 – and the world rejoices. Nothing like failed chicanery to bring us together, is there?, 7 July) encouraging us to “enjoy the moment” brought to mind my dad’s comments when we played games as children in the 1950s – cheats don’t prosper. Still holds today.
Chris Walters
Buxton, Derbyshire
• It’s not only memory tests for dementia patients (Letters, 2 July). When the optician visited my mother’s care home, he asked if she could read all the letters in the third row on the chart. Her entirely logical answer was “yes”. Not quite what he expected.
Melvyn Ellis
Harrogate, North Yorkshire
• My mum was given a test in hospital. She knew all the answers: the name of the prime minster, the day of the week and the year. Afterwards, she said to my dad: “That doctor doesn’t know much.”
Jan Glynn
Bristol
• You can stay with us, Harry (Buckingham Palace says Harry can no longer stay at royal residence on UK visit, 6 July). We should have time to change the beds and get some food in.
John Beer
Farnham, Surrey
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