Lessons from Leicester
As my surname suggests, my family does not have the sort of straightforward identity of which Frank Field would approve (“Don’t trust the Europhiles”, 30 April). My father came to Britain as a Polish refugee in 1943 speaking no English. My mother is English. My husband is from Wales and his mother’s first language was Welsh.

The memories that the members of my family share are those they have forged together, without any of us losing our separate memories and cultural identity.

I was brought up in Leicester. The football team that has so spectacularly won the Premier League, and whose exemplary team spirit you praise in your editorial (7 May), has players from Algeria, France, Denmark, Poland and elsewhere. The manager, as everyone knows, is Italian, the club owner Thai.