From Sonia Ahier-Kerr.
WELL! Well! So those naughty Google cars are going to invade our privacy.

Something must be done, eh?

And what about the double decker buses? Should they not have to black out the windows upstairs in case someone should spot Mrs X pegging her freshly washed unmentionables on the line in the garden, or even coming out of the Co-op when she likes to boast she never eats anything that is not imported from Harrods Food Hall.

Privacy, like so many things, has led to some unbelievably barmy rules and regulations. Whoever heard of an almanac, like your esteemed publication, being permitted to show only street names, house numbers or names, but not residents’ names?

The old version was for me, and I am sure for many, a valuable reference book, but the one on sale for the past few years is quite worthless when it comes to finding the house where Ph’lip Le Faignant lives.

What next should we expect – a telephone directory with no names or addresses, just numbers?

I hope the privacy jobsworths do not read that, or they might think it a wonderful idea. Bring on the clowns!