About your article (I’m learning to live with my fear for my baby’s safety: it’s the price we pay for love, July 4th), the fear never goes away. You just learn, if you are in reasonable mental health, to give thought to the distant rest of the mind’s worry file. So here I am at 81, seeing in my mind’s eye my son speeding along a highway with his family at fatal speeds while on vacation in France, being attacked by strangers in a forest, being poisoned by undercooked chicken. Add these fears to those of the past 55 years of leaving home, cars, girls… that’s the price of love.
Newcastle upon Tyne
I can’t be the only reader who uses Royal Mail’s convenient click and drop service which allows you to print a franked address label that you simply attach to your letter or parcel (Letters, 4 July). There is even a collection service for those who cannot get to a post box or post office.
Marple Bridge, Greater Manchester
I am 80 and this morning stood on my left leg for two minutes and then on my right leg for two minutes – back straight, arms and hands extended on each side, and free leg raised with knee bent in front of my stomach (known as ‘ a tree in tai chi). The secret is to look at something straight and vertical – a door, tree or lamp post. But I can barely last a few seconds when I close my eyes (Letters, July 1).
I am stable on one of my legs, but not well on the other. Does this mean I have one foot in the grave?
Andrew Hillier (73 years old)