To make up for yesterday's truancy, here's a bumper crop of letters.
There will be no letter from me this week and for that I apologise.
Blow, the one week I remember to enter the caption contest, and there isn't one! Pete, Oban, UK
How many letters did you get announcing that people read this whilst doing something else? (By the way, I'm getting my coat...)
Jenn, Porthcawl, Bridgend
That's a relief - I was beginning to worry there wouldn't be enough room.
Re: underwear guidance. Good to know the fashion police are alive and well, and apparently undercover.
Candace, New Jersey, US
Far be it from or to suggest that my fellow citizens are a bit un-creative, but could they not just have turned the 6 upside down? OK, OK, it would have still left the Bellam problem, but still?
If the proportion of A* grades awarded is indicative of how easy the course was, does that mean further maths is the easiest of them all?
Jen, Denver, USA
Isn't the new A* grade rather like the Spinal Tap amplifier that goes up to 11?
Why is it I cannot now read Venezuela without thinking of plastic soccer horns?
I'm intrigued to know whether this story might simply have carried the title "car" if the offending vehicle had been a Koenigsegg, rather than a BMW.
Neil Franklin, Chandlers Ford, UK
I beg to differ Gatz (Wednesday letters). I've always held that middle age can be defined as people who are 10 years older than I am. Still seems to work well at age 52.
Scott L, Atlanta, US
I'm 55 and I'm young. Look: 0-55 = young; 56-75 = you're as young as you feel; 76+ = not as young as I used to be.
John W, Westbury, England
I'm with Andrew (Wednesday letters). Several of Mr Yurista's portable goods also appear to need someone with a power source to charge or use them. Cult of less or cult of freeloading?
Mark Devenport's blog is sadly reminiscent of the dreaded email game played by office workers throughout the land. It's quite simple - a player comes back into the office after a holiday, logs on and announces, with a pretence of horror, that they have 8,357 emails waiting. The subtext, of course, is "Look how important I am!" Other players have to announce larger numbers. The winner is the one who attracts the least amount of hatred from everyone else within earshot.
John Whapshott, Westbury, England
I am interested to know what makes the police think that one of the people mentioned in this article possibly had a French accent. Was he wearing a beret with a string of onions round his neck and a bicycle standing nearby, or something more scientific?