In 1992, we moved from London to Herefordshire with our three children, aged five, seven and nine. When I took them to join the local primary school, I asked the head what he thought of the new Sats exams (Letters, 11 May). He said: “It doesn’t matter how many times you weigh a pig, it still weighs the same.” I was glad to send my children to his school. They all graduated from university without being weighed.
Janette Ward
Tarrington, Herefordshire

Recent correspondence about double-decker buses (Letters, 17 May) provides a nice reminder of Annie Ross’s vocalisation of Wardell Gray’s tenor saxophone solos on his tune Twisted: “Don’t you let them laugh at me / When I refused to ride on all those double-decker buses / All because there was no driver on the top.”
Richard Carter
Putney, London

This year is the 50th anniversary of when we last had a prime minister from the north of England (Harold Wilson). It would be good to think that we could mark this milestone with a second.
John Wilson
Longridge, Lancashire

Please nip the Guardian’s use of “bunches” in the bud. Last week in your paper, I saw “a bunch of roads” and then, worse, “a bunch of great art”. Please make it stop, otherwise “a bunch of fives” is called for.
Robin Nicholas
Farnham, Surrey

Re the deer that was stuck on the escalator at Marks & Spencer in Norwich (Report, 15 May), I wonder which department it was heading for. One can only ruminate.
Richard Sims
Herne Hill, London