On Saturday morning I walked along George Street and saw the offending mound of rubbish to which Ron Clayton and Vin Malone referred in their letters.
I was further shocked to see an arm reach out from under the pile of rubbish.
The week previously I walked through the underpass from Waitrose to the bottom of the Moor, where I saw two men wrapped in sleeping bags.
Beside them was an elderly lady covered by a pile of rags. She looked ill and there were two walking sticks by her side.
We might be a city of sanctuary for distressed refugees but what about our own distressed citizens?
Reney Avenue, Sheffield