My dear Father
This letter should be just in time to convey good wishes for your birthday. I hope next year will find you as strong and well as this, and with a brighter outlook on affairs than now. I cannot see any reasonable prospect of the end of the war being in sight in under twelve months if then.
We’ve been very busy here lately and I in particular; somehow a good proportion of the work seems to come my way.
I’m very interested in the new loan proposals outlined in the paper today; the scheme seems very ingenious, and I take it that with converted consols and old loans the government hope to get together anything up to £1,500,000,000.
The facilities for small investors will I hope prove popular and many a 5/- which would otherwise be economically lost in some species of luxury will I hope find its way to the Post Office for a voucher. If only the mass of the public take to the idea I should think the loan will reach very large dimensions indeed.
We have heavy thunder rain at the moment, I hope there is the same at home, for it must be needed for the crops.
I suspect house property sells poorly just now, and I wonder what those two old houses in Badsey will fetch. Much money has been spent on them and they must be worth a good deal now.
I shall be glad to have news of any Badsey men in the army. I get patients sometimes from the district, but not as yet from close to home. I noticed some weeks ago amongst a list of Flight- Lieutenants in the Navy the name of A G Innes – I expect that is my old school friend!
I was interested to hear of Aunt George’s activities, and they’re useful ones too, I’m sure. I think if her “lonely soldier” realises who and what she is he will appreciate the letters more than ever.
Are you planning to get away for a bit of a holiday later on? You ought to have a little change as the summer wears on.
With love to you all.
From your affectionate son