Wednesday

My dearest Old Boy /

I am wondering how you are, whether you are still progressing & feeling better, or whether you are any worse, but I am almost afraid to say anything , in case I may be accused of insincerity & told not to worry with my stupid nonsense – so I restrain my feelings etc & simply in a polite kind of way, enquire after your well being.  My poor dear old darling grumbler I’m awfully sorry – I believe I think about you every minute of the day -  I really forgot myself – try to think it was meant for another please.

Now dear all being well & cash permitting we shall catch the 2.55 on Friday – they say Mr K. is very backward in paying – I sent in for the salaries on Monday with a note saying I wanted to get away EARLY Friday and asking him to let me have the cheque before – but I’ve not seen him yet – the assis tells me they never got it till nearly a week after time which is disgraceful. If it doesn’t come today I shall go for it tonight it has to be changed & all sorts of things, & I’m downright hard up now, so if we don’t turn up at Holborn you’ll know the reason. Drop a line to say if I must take single – suppose so.

Artie got a little cold, we can both do with a little of father ahem – Mr Catt, to cheer us. Mind HOLBORN VIADUCT or ST PAUL’S ? if more convenient to yourself PLEASE SAY definitely in your next 2.55.

Fondest love & hugs

Your loving old

Georgie