Bobbing

Wednesday

My dearest Old Man,

Thanks for your letter of this morning. I have arranged to come by the 1.18, as it will be nice to get home soon – but don’t you rush over to Holborn, I shall manage quite well to Fenchurch St so that if you are no where to be seen when we get to It.

I shall hail a cab & come right off , but what ever you do, pray don’t rush about in the heat; its enough to knock anybody up.

Artie is fairly f well, but what do you think he said this morning. While I was washing him he said “Mother I don’t want to go to 44” “Good gracious” I said “why not” “Oh because Mr Catt teases me, he said he’d cut my head off that day when we had steak for dinner” So he has been out where the sticks are & has selected m one to bring home in case Mr C might need it.

I think lamb will be nice for Sunday – I am bringing a duck – Mrs Goord I kindly sent word this morning that she would send me one tomorrow, if I’d be pleased to accept it & Miss Price brought me some apples & plums & a small marrow – so I shall be loaded.

I am longing to get home & hope the home coming will be a happy one – I am not coming in at all a horrid spirit, so don’t you go saying I’d got a nasty look on my face when you saw me, if when I get to Holborn I am a bit tired. I have a great deal to do so please excuse haste. Fondest love

From yours as ever

Georgie