10th June 1915
My dear Juliet
Your letter had better be written in time for post today, or it will be the end of the week before you get it. We had a letter from Cyril on Tuesday, he thinks after all that they are to be sent to the Dardanelles, as thinner uniforms and things are being prepared for the men; I am afraid Mela will be very disgusted about it, she didn’t want him to be sent there, and I also felt that it is a long way off and news would be longer coming through, however Cyril seems ready to make the best of it and thinks there are advantages as well as disadvantages and at any rate, as Muriel says, the poisonous gases are not being used there. We had a service pc from George on Tuesday saying he was well and the same day Kath had a letter from him and has sent us a copy which I will send on for you to see. We sent him a good-sized parcel the other day, a homemade cake for one thing and various other little luxuries and Kath is sending him one next week.
You talk very airily about wanting to see a Zeppelin, I hope sincerely that none will come very near to Highgate; I am not very much in love with the idea of your sleeping on the roof with all these raids going on, and from what one hears through other sources than newspapers, there has been damage done in a good many places.
Ethel has just been making up a parcel for your friend, P J Baylis; the 8th Battalion has been in action and there have been some casualties in it. Ethel generally sends off two or three parcels a week to some of our Badsey men and has had some quite nice letters of acknowledgement.
Muriel has been back some time, her arm is better and she begins to use it a little, she has no further news about her brother. We have asked Aunt Lottie to come and stay this month but have not heard yet if she is coming; did you know Miss de Costabadie is leaving shortly? May’s children had their leaving exam this morning, so school was a bit muddly; she is now busy gathering gooseberries for bottling and I promised to go and help her so must finish my letter.
With much love dear.
Your loving mother
Eugénie N Sladden