My dear Father
After several days without letters I was glad to get a big budget today, and very pleased to hear George’s happy news. He has kept his secret very quietly, I don’t know if Mother’s discerning eye had detected anything “going on”! I’m sure all he wants now is a speedy successful end to the war and a safe homecoming and I hope he’ll be able to get married without delay, the fact that his girl is earning her living will all be there to their advantage when they set up house and feel sure that George’s discernment will be found not to have failed him and I’m sure Rose Lintott is in luck too. I must write to the old chap now and congratulate him. I heard from him and from Kathleen today.
I am enclosing a cheque for £30 today, and if it suits you, will send the remaining £15 plus the interest early next month and so take over all the War Loan as arranged. If you require the remainder this month I can arrange it, so no doubt you’ll let me know. I suppose in the spring there will be a further loan issued. I hope McKenna’s scheme of paying excess wages in scrip (which is not negotiable) may succeed and lead to more thrift and economy.
You have sold the Blenheims pretty well: I suppose all produce is selling well, and farmers are in a favourable way, except perhaps for labour. That was a useful goat at the sale.
I hope your cold is better, you must be careful on these very cold days perhaps a cab occasionally will save you a doctors bill; it can be very bitter walking or cycling to Evesham and it’s rather a strain in addition to the exercise.
We have rain and mud in plenty here, and are glad to have got into the hut at last-we retain our tents for sleeping in, but they are very specially good tents, and I think quite as warm as huts.
I heard from Harold Schenk today. His youngest brother has been wounded but wrote his own postcard to say so. Harold is making shells in a controlled factory, and is also enrolled in the Derby scheme in the 36th list, being a married man.
With much love to all.
Your affectionate son