Bobbing

Thursday

My dearest Old Boy

Enclosed are gloves, my size is 6 ¼ in good skin, but 6 ½ in commoner – because you see it wont stretch. You will be glad to hear Artie is himself again, that is of course. As WELL AS POSSIBLE down HERE WITHOUT his FATHER. Are you any better than you were – I hope you are. It soon got about that you had been ill & I had several enquiries after you including the vicar who sent me some very nice beans this morning. We had the treat (infants) yesterday & shall have them another next Thursday 15^th either at Whitstable or Herne Bay. Can you manage to run down? It would be nice if you could.

What are your arrangements for Sunday? Boston or Skegness? Have you written yet. I wish you had a photo of the boy to take – we ought to have it taken.

I am so sorry dear that everything was not quite smooth when you were here last. But you know, old dear, it would not be YOUR old stocking if she steered clear of all quick sands & came into port without mishap. Now I want to post this so must stop, with much love & hugs from us both.

From

Yours lovingly

Georgie