My dear Father
I’ll write a short letter this evening just to let you know how things are. I’m doing work again but am not very fit yet and it has been decided to send me for convalescence to the Officers’ Convalescent Home in the south of France. I hope to go soon but have no orders yet, there may be no vacancy. It should be very nice down there and an ideal place for a holiday to pick up tone again, the long journey is rather a drawback but I don’t as a rule find travelling difficult or tiring.
Personally a short leave home would please me even better, but I haven’t the arranging of my own movements.
I had a letter from Kathleen this morning crossing with mine. Will you please give her my thanks.
I read “Mr Britling” while ill, it is quite remarkable book, finishing on a sad note, but as the time of ending in early 1916 is thereabouts its only true to life after all.
I’ll let you hear further when I have my orders.
With love to all.
Your affectionate son