Madam, - John Taylor might be interested to know how I spent his glorious Twelfth.
My 11th night began with a telephone warning that the bands who were due to parade near to my home would attempt to parade past it.
A later bonfire had black smoke from burning tyres envelope our whole area, causing concern that we would be inhaling hazardous carcinogenic elements.
Yet later on in the evening we "enjoyed" flute music, taunts, obscene remarks from the happy drunken revellers who deliberately danced outside my home before running back to their bonfire from where they came.
On the glorious Twelfth itself we were sorry to miss them dancing past our house waving their flags up at us as we were asleep behind closed blinds, asleep as we had spent the night watching the house and protecting our family from further obscenities.
But not to worry, these happy glorious sons of Ulster called back later, playing their loyalist tunes, shouting more obscenities and waving their paramilitary flags up at us, with a little greeting, to "sleep tight tonight".
My children have had remarks made to them, and the remains of their joyful celebrations still pollute the area.
Roll on another Twelfth, John Taylor, I can't wait - Yours etc.,
VALERIE MHIC GIOLLA
FENNIN,
High Road,
Portstewart,
Co Antrim.