Sir, – I was in an old-fashioned sweet shop with a glass counter. An array of mouth-watering treats lay in wait. A young girl came in. She must have been seven or eight. I was immediately brought back to my childhood dilemma of getting my few pence to stretch as far as possible. On tip-toes she reached over the counter. “€10 phone credit, please.” My heart sank. – Yours, etc,
DAVID CURRAN,
Knocknacarra,
Galway.