Cherry Tree Farm
Blyford
Friday Morn
My dearest old darling,
I’ve just got back from Halesworth, whence I walked to
send you the telegram Mr Larter had started when I received your letter &
when I spoke to her about it, she said the ‘boy could take’ it between 11 &
12 – well that meant 1 oclock at Halesworth so I hurried up & walked here
myself. It was dreadfully hot & I feel a bit tired.
However, I’m glad I went myself, the boy was asleep,
& her children were out, so I knew he would not be contaminated by them.
Since you have been absent I’ve never once except this morning, left him. He
has been with me at meals, & in fact has not been out of my arms, I might
say.
Well dear, old man, are you surprised at my decision not
to come on Saturday. You see I argued this way. Mrs L asked me when I was going
as she had had an application for the rooms. Glad of the opportunity I answered
as you instructed me; upon which she said she hoped I wouldn’t hurry away, as
she could just as well keep them waiting, as they her. This being the case. I
thought it would be 8/5 ½ needlessly spent, as in two more days I should be
home for good; and jolly glad, too. I miss you most in the evening about 7 I
begin to feel dreadful – in fact a good blowing up (from you only) would
be almost welcome. I don’t like that Larter woman, she tries to put on a
pleasant exterior, but she doesn’t always succeed.
Last night again, he said would I like to go for a drive
- & she said ‘we couldn’t go tonight, the pony had had a hard day’ to which
he assented. Perhaps it was true, for one of their horses got stuck in the
river but still – you know.
I wish you could come down I judge by your letter that
you cannot get leave. Couldn’t you come even on Monday night. If you cannot
come & fetch us, we shall come on the Wednesday by the 3.37 train (that is
right, isn’t it) or do you think an earlier one? When you send, please don’t
forget to send key of hamper, or I cannot lock it. It will come in a
letter all right, if you wrap it up in a piece of blotting paper.
Did you read the Brentford letters fancy they are going
away. I wonder how many hrs they waited for me. I am rather surprised at my
mother asking such a thing – I did not pay any attention to Winnie, but my
mother.
