I AM researching a book and would like women to share their romantic memories with me.

Did you meet a good man who brought you joy or did someone cause you pain?

Not all romances are happy ones so, to give a true picture, I would like to include in my book the bad as well as the good.

I feel there would be some very interesting stories to tell about romances during the Second World War and would be grateful if women would go back in time and add more interest to my book.

If you would like to share your memories with me and be part of my book please write to the address below. Privacy will be respected, if desired.

Mrs J M Shansky, 27 Birch Avenue, Penwortham, Preston, PR1 0PB.

Wet, wet, wet YOUR supplement of the 1947 floods (Yesterday York, The Press, April 2) brought back some pleasant, funny memories.

My mother and I lived in a flat in Skeldergate, York. On Sundays we went to my sister's at Leeds on the bus. When we opened the door and saw the water that Sunday morning we were shocked but, not to be beaten, we removed our shoes and stockings. I stepped out first, saying: "It's okay, Mum, just up to your knees", not thinking she had shorter legs than me.

When she stepped out, the water lapped round her knicker-legs, but we made our way to Buckingham Street and walked to the edge of the floodwater where we put on our shoes and continued for the bus in Rougier Street.

Next day, a small boat took us to work up Skeldergate.

We had many a laugh about it in later years.

Thanks for the memory.

A Turner Smith, Glen Lodge, Heworth, York.