Crunch time

AT LaST, I have a name for my irrational irritation at the sound of other people eating: Misophonia (Good Health).

I thought I was the only person who feels this way.

It began during adolescence when the sound of my father’s clicking jaw left me rigid with fury at every meal.

Please don’t munch crisps loudly and rustle the packet anywhere near me because I shall want to throttle you.

and did I mention sniffing, snorting, throat clearing or coughing, whistling, nail picking, pen clicking and coin jangling? and don’t get me started on tradesmen playing their radio at full blast. CAROLINE GILLIES,

Taplow, Berks.