I WaS amused by Ms Wilkie’s reaction to cold callers (Peterborough). The ones who really get to me are those who start off by asking me how I am. One morning such a call came when I was in a bad mood, so in reply to being asked how I was, I said that, actually, I wasn’t feeling well. after a few seconds’ silence, he asked me what the matter was. I pretended I had bad athlete’s foot and was unable to find a cure. I said it was very painful, the smell was terrible and I was becoming a social outcast. Worse, my wife found it so disgusting that she refused to sleep with me. I couldn’t believe it when he said that in his country they have a very good recipe for it and he would give me the details. There were some spices, made up into a kind of poultice. I was too convulsed with laughter by then to do anything except thank him for his kindness. He said he hoped I would soon get better. We parted on friendly terms, and it cured my bad mood completely. I never found out why he had rung me.
D. S. Lieberman, London N20.