It seems fashionable these days to publish private correspondence between yourself and your friends. So I thought I’d follow the trend by sharing with you a piece of correspondence which we received by email yesterday. It will give you a feel for the kind of abuse which we have to live with! I’m not going to tell you who wrote it – but unlike Paul Burrell I’ve got the original!

This email arrived yesterday, and starts…

“You b*st**ds. Why, oh why, can’t you have a nasty day where it hails stones the size of golf balls, where your fingers drop off with frostbite, where the sea is brown and the sky is grey…pah!”

I think somebody’s been reading our website too often. Maybe I should share my Monday morning blues again…