A letter from you this morning, a charming letter, all about me & OCTU.  As I read it word came that I had to report to the office.  I did & a flurry of activity began, me drawing a pan, a voucher, a letter of credentials, rations for 2 days, & changing into my best suit.  The result of it all was me catching the 1o/c train for York, thence to Darlington, thence to Richmond & thence by bus to this vast ten mile wilderness of snow drifts & barracks called Caterick (sic).  And here I am in a incredibly cold barrack room at 9.15 at night with my OCTU Board at 9o/c tomorrow morning !  So your letter was telepathetic.  There is vast snow everywhere & three of us have come, Cooper Chadwick & I.  We have a questionnaire first, and then an interview with one Lt. Col. & then with a Brigadier.  I have a gentle cold & feel frozen.  Yet I feel quite on top of myself.  I intended to telephone you this evening, but the only phone is 2 miles away through a snowstorm.  So I can’t do it.  I will tomorrow I hope.

Thanks for Kenneth’s letter.  He hot on detective work !  Its a blessing you have the wits to find out all you have.  Nice he’s alive still.

Its a blessing to have this Board, for better or for worse.  I can’t promise any bright result, but I’ll do my best.

Its too cold to write.  So here is my love & now for bed & sleep & my best smile tomorrow.

                                                All my love dearest