IN THE July 1935 issue of Nursery World, tucked between lemonade ads and tips on curing infant constipation, was a letter from "Ubique" (the Latin word for "everywhere"). "I live a very lonely life," she wrote. "I cannot afford to buy a wireless. I have had a rotten time, and been cruelly hurt - but I know it is bad to brood. Can any reader suggest an occupation that will intrigue me and cost nothing?" Sympathy from similarly stuck mums flooded in and the Cooperative Correspondence Club was born: two dozen women who poured out their souls in fortnightly round-robins.