Saturday Night

My dearest –old Horror!

You’re a downright nasty disagreeable horrid old thing to go & send me a letter like that I see: this afternoon – insincere & humbug indeed! Humbug yourself – here have I been – but there it’s wasted on you – so I shant tell you. Had I wrote to you on Sunday & you know you cannot post here on a Sunday,( at least so not to any advantage) you could not get it till Monday night & I only got your letter Saturday.

I think you were wise to refrain from saying more you nasty old gambler, I cant bear  you I hear! I feel quite vicious to think I’ve been in a stew all the week only to get at the end “ Don’t worry me with your nonsense” I had a good cry when I read your letter till I began to think how unjust it was then and felt wild – There I’ve delivered myself now. Mr Knight was in for quite a long time on Tuesday evening & both he & the Vicar came into school on Wednesday morning. They & indeed everybody are so kind – I cannot speak highly enough of them at all.

Mrs Goord sent some lovely lettuces the other day. On Thursday last being Ascension day we all went to church from school. The Vicar was delighted with the way the children behaved – it was rather funny – there were only 3 people there besides the children & teachers and NO ORGANIST & when the Vicar gave out the Hymn no one began of course – then I caught his eye looking at me imploringly (he does not understand a note himself) & then I started a tune & all joined in. how I wander what you are going to have for your dinner tomorrow – we are going to have rolled ribs & a gooseberry pudding – I shall bring some with me next week. Don’t bother to SEND sch’tress but you might get it. I’m in a good mind to go in for those centres for mentally defective children under the London B.

All being well I hope to catch that 2.55 if not the 1.18 next Friday. Artie says he shall be GLAD to cone to 44 “he would like you to take him to a BAND STAND”

Fondest love from your loving old

G.G.