24th February 1916
My dear Juliet
So you did not know I had been ill until I wrote and said I was better! I suppose no one happened to mention it. Well, the doctor came again this morning and said I was much better and as soon as the weather gets warmer I can go out a bit. I came down to tea today, the first time since Sunday as it has been so very cold that they thought I was safer upstairs. Today we have a heavy snow on the ground and the wind is less keen. Poor May had to take the train up to Evesham and trudge all the way back again, pretty hard work. Father has not been up at all. I had a long letter from Cyril this morning which I will enclose for you to read, also a stamp, that you may send it on to Sydenham at once and ask them to send it back to me soon. I suppose poor old Boo is on his way to Mesopotamia. I do hope the campaign there may be a successful one when they can get more reinforcements; it would be a fine thing if the British troops could join hands with the Russians who since the fall of Erzerum are getting on so well in that direction.
I have only had a field service PC from George so far. I hope you will be able to meet Rosie on Saturday. Poor girl, I expect she is feeling very flat now that George has gone, perhaps she may be able to give you news of him. We miss Baby very much, it seems so quiet and dull without her. She and Mary had a good journey on Monday; Ethel went to Worcester with them and Dorothy met them at Hereford. Mary says Baby was far too interested in things to sleep much on the way, but she was very good. The Williams were quite surprised to find her such a bright, sharp little thing and she is not shy with them, sat on Mr Williams' lap and shouted at him as she did at Father. Mrs Williams could scarcely believe she had a tooth till she felt it, I am so glad she just cut the first one at Badsey.
How is Miss Lacey now? I hope she is keeping fairly well and not overworking herself. I hope your work is going on smoothly. The animals are all well, Ypers missed Baby I think.
It is nearly post-time. With much love dear.
Your loving Mother
Eugénie N Sladden