My own dear Cyril
Three letters from you this mail! You can guess how pleased I am with life in general today! The dates are May 21st and 26th and then June 10th. They are very interesting letters especially as today’s paper gives some account of the Southern Russia business, and our own penetration north of Baghdad.
I also heard from Wilfred. He seems to be leading the same kind of life as you do. Sometimes on horseback and sometimes in a car. He likes getting letters from you, and considering you have never met you seem to know each other very well.
I had a letter from May today sending a list of furniture she thinks we might like to bid for amongst Aunt Lottie’s things – I enclose a copy. I would like all the things except the clock. I have asked May to act for me in this matter, as representing you – as I cannot get away for the sale. I’ll let you know how much money to send home for the things later on.
I knew you would feel very sad about Aunt Lottie’s death – for your own sake and your Father’s. You will both miss her.
We are having tremendous improvements made to our quarters here - and are having a big slice of the camp railed in and put out of bounds. I have had a lot of difficulty contending with loiterers round the women’s quarters. As you will see from the sketch that loitering is almost impossible now. The sketch is not in proportion as regards the numbers of women’s huts, there are more blocks than I have shown.
We have our own Reg Institute of which I am PRI. We have dances, concerts, classes etc there.
My quarters are being done up and painted and I have taken over since I’ve been here the large huts marked F/W’s Mess and Officials Mess since I’ve been here. The paint is almost dry and we are busy indenting for equipment.
Mother has not been very well since I last saw her about a fortnight ago. I think from all accounts she must have taken a bad chill.
The news on the Western Front is good, daily, and everyone is heartened up and keen to knock over every obstacle and on to victory.
The French must be happy to see their country being gradually reclaimed from the enemy.
The officers here are very nice to us now – we had a lot of difficulty at first – they fought us like Huns! We see very little of them now and things are more peaceful.
Oh, the tales I shall have to tell you when you come home.
Lots of love, Man of Mine – my letters are short but my love is as big as ever. God bless you, dearest.
Ever your devoted