My dear Mother
I got here yesterday afternoon, and by good fortune and much hard thinking by this household found Mary here and not departed for London. Delayed telegraph service was at the bottom of all our troubles, which are far too complicated to describe in these days of dear paper!
However we both hope to be with you on Tuesday and can then give you a graphic description of how we both got lost in the fog!
Baby is just the finest that ever was, for two mortals anyway. She had not been very fit for a few days, but is quite well today and lively, full of smiles and shouts of delight. She is well forward for her age I think, but I can’t claim to be an authority yet! Mary is well and sends thanks to you and May for recent letters.
We plan, barring snowstorms Zep raids or other nuisances, to arrive at Evesham station on Tuesday afternoon by the train from Worcester arriving around 3.15 (Father will know the exact time, we have no GWR table here). Will you please ask him to arrange for a cab to meet us. We are going on to London next day, it will be rather a flying visit, but it is difficult to fit things in properly.
I have to leave again for France on Thursday.
I’m very glad to hear of Cyril’s promotion.
Further news must wait till we come.
With much love from us both
From your son