Even in the women's magazines that I used to buy, the letters were all about reality shows and the love lives of TV personalities. There were photos of hen parties and/or animals in silly costumes, and not one letter worth reading, so I won't be making my fortune that way.
But in a sixty-year-old cook-book I found a newspaper cutting of a letter sent to the Times that did make me chuckle.
I can't decide if it was written tongue-in-cheek or not - what do you think?
The old flat-iron
I sympathise with your
correspondent who wrote about the flat-iron cure (this page last week). In case he gets a return of his lumbar pains,
he may like to know that a really hot iron is not necessary.
What is needed is an iron that feels comfortably warming through a
blanket, and for the operator to wriggle the point of the iron well into the
muscles.
This, if done for about 10 minutes, will be found to produce a most
comforting and lasting cure.
From Lord Sandhurst, Bury St
Edmunds, Suffolk


