Jan 8th 1918
My dear Father
My letter writing for this week has been almost prevented by two disastrous floods on Friday and Sunday evenings, topped up by a wet day yesterday.
I have been lucky enough to sustain no damage to myself or belongings, but lots of people have had a rotten time. A fine sunny drying day is enabling us to recover rapidly today, but there is no time for writing as I have to send off to post in a very short time.
The long expected mails came at last on Jan 1st, 2nd and 3rd. I had yours and May’s of Oct 29th, one from Kath 31st, from Jack and Aunt Lottie Oct 18th. The latest letter I have had is from Mela, Nov 7th.
For all these many letters I was most thankful; but for the dreadful weather I should have made a better show of answering some of them. I hope there will be nothing to interfere with doing so next week. My messenger is waiting now to take this letter to post, so I must close.
With best love from
Your affectionate son
Cyril E Sladden
