(Dates ?? 12/08/1895)

Bobbing

Monday morn

My dearest old man,

The enclosed came on Saturday afternoon -3.45- & as I could not post it to you to be of any use, I left it until this morning to send with my usual letter.

We had a dreadful storm here on Saturday evening & night – thunder & lightening terrific.

In the middle of the night, (Saturday) Artie woke up with a nasty croupy cough, which got worse. By the morning he seemed to have got quite a touch of bronchitis so I put on a poultice & kept in bed all day - & he is there still for if I let him get up there is no knowing into what draught he’ll get. He has got a little girl to read to him so is quite content. He was very good indeed to have his poultice on – never moved. He is going to write & tell you. Strange to say, he ate better yesterday than all the week – quite a good appetite.

I am anxious to know how you got on yesterday. I kept “thinking of you” (absolutely true mind) all day, trying to imagine your meeting, putting myself in your place & all sorts of things.

You need not send Artie a new pair of shoes, thanks. The gloves are very nice, just the thing – though of course I’ve not worn them yet. The Vicar  is very pleased with book. Thanks you very much.

Hope you will be able to run down Thursday.

Much love from both & hugs & kisses.

Yours lovingly

Georgie