Such a lovely letter this afternoon, about Christopher’s going-to-bed, & you writing in the dining room, & by the Jeffs dialogue about Chris’ method of curing Klauses Klausticity, & about Christopher curled up, fluffy haired & essentially nice, in bed. Dear Chris. Then there was the grand drawing of the kitten glowing after the lights. And of course Candy deserved the liver. Dear Mr. Snow, dear Candy.
Then on Wednesday morning you continued, & adopted the very sensible attitude about my Malaria, which is a relief to me. I knew you would. There’s not the slightest need to worry, of course, & the doctor’s very thorough, & thumps & tests me exhaustively every morning. The injection bought it on, of course. It’s going it’s graphic course, down a bit this morning, but still up. The pattern is charming :
See the rhythm ? Each dot is 8 AM or 6PM beginning on Monday morning. People come & look at it in admiration & everyone is most impressed. The Major called this afternoon. Very kind & fatherly. Anything I wanted ? Books ? Any trouble at home ? He looked at the chart & said, ” Why Dammit, Daniell, that must be damned uncomfortable !” He’s so friendly.
But back to your letter. I was saying that you weren’t worrying & and that’s good. I’m well cared for & have glucose & lemon ! And bread & milk. Special indent.
Now for me worrying. I admit it’s natural and & grand & all that. But I’ll do my best not to worry. Only go carefully. Curb your natural impetuosity. No heavy weights. And when, or if, its definite, get the F.A. Post shifted. You just can’t lug bodies about & pull legs into place & get up in the middle of the night when your ” in that condition” ! Can you ? Of course not. Never mind how difficult it is to get someone else, make them get someone. D’you agree ?
Oh, yes, of course, Dr. Sandilands. You’ve such faith in her, & she’s obviously first class. Marjorie’ll be a great help in the days of doubt. No, I don’t think I’ve got Malaria because of your ideas ! One is sympathetic but . . .
The parcel arrived safely then, & I love the dignity of the girls gratitude. Bless them, I’ll repeat the experiment some day. How lucky that Chris was there when the parcel arrived. I’ll get another little store when I’m out & about.
Uncle Jim Jeffs parcel came, 100 players, bless him. The tobacco is a trifle embarrassing. Perhaps next time you’d better say I get plenty of Baccy from home ! I’ll solve a problem in due course. But thank him, there cigarettes are very welcome.
Candy & Mdm Lupescu ! Bless Mrs. E. my love to her & Eileen. I’ll write when I up & about.
Apples. Good !
Sad about the sweet pea stringer. Can you cope ?
I’m beginning to plan my existence on the golden date of September 12th. Good. Now I can plan & plot & prepare. It’ll have to be a modest place, because we’re so poor & anyhow, rather Ten Days of Modesty than 3 of immodesty. Gee, it’ll be lovely seeing you. The place I have in mind appreciate it if you bring rations contributions, so if you could bring a tin of our coffee, ground ready, & some of our china tea & so on. We’d have our little suppers there. And some eggs. But details later.
Your work. If you can get going on some Christmas stuff I should. Calendars are good. Why not have a spell each day, not slaying yourself, & not bent up over a table, and start laying in a stock. Your scheme sounded just right. Kelly at the Mid. Educational might buy some ! It’s an idea. Get a good stock of samples together. And your nice Stratford man might help. But if only the Book would sell ! (Have I said that before ?) Then you could rest.
Yes ! Hard boiled eggs a good idea sometime ! When I’m out of here, or before. But you’ve enough to do without pothering for me.
Yes, about your Mother. Especially if.
Now for my news. Well, nowt much does happen. One eats, snoozes, sleeps & jests. Only 4 in now. Last night I had a grand party. Ernie came, & Eric & Wilfred. Then George Lowe & George Steed. Then Alec Cohen, full of cracks, then George Higgins & little Taylor & Thompson ! A vast reception. Nurse suggested that 75 Squad paraded up here in future ! They strayed from 6.30 till 8 ! When they could have gone out to the flicks or drinking. We played Nap & I made 2/5½ ! Most useful & altogether moving. They are dears. Oh, Bill Potter came, as well !
Oh, the cake. Nurse & Sheersmith & two other blokes & I ate it all up for tea. It was heavenly. They all exclaimed. Never have I tasted a better. I hadn’t the heart to keep it for myself. Next time I shall though. It was a celestial cake.
Spectator arrived today. Bless it. My love to Sylvia, and for you, all the love there is. Greetings to Klaus.
Happy days, darling. All well here. All well there ?
I told Mother I had a mild fever in today’s letter, in case you write.
