At Studland
Denewood Road
Highgate
Sunday Nov 14th /15
My dearest Mother
As you will see by the above address, I am out for the weekend. Freda Keen, a girl who left school about a year ago, came up last Wednesday and asked me if I would spend this weekend at her home. They live about ten minutes’ walk from The Grove. It was awfully nice of her to ask me, as I really don’t know her particularly well.
This morning she and I went to church at St Margaret’s Westminster. The choir there is beautiful. It is a glorious day, and the walk from Charing Cross along the Embankment was lovely.
I have had two invitations for next weekend. One from Kath, and through Det I have heard that Mrs Bowden is going to ask me to Hampstead. I have decided to go to Sydenham though, especially as I think that Kath, Det and I are going to meet in town next Saturday. I do hope Det won’t mind my not going to Hampstead, but Kathleen is going to be alone, and I want to see her, and anyway Kath has asked me first, for I haven’t had the other invitation officially yet.
I hope you are better; it is naughty of you to get a cold with Ethel away and everything.
There are some people coming to tea here so I must hurry up and finish this.
I am sending back Cyril’s letter. I suppose he is back in Gallipoli by now.
I don’t know what I want. Gloves size 6½, a hairbrush, a pen-knife, that is about all I can think of. Oh, books of course – “The Man who was Thursday” by G K Chesterton, it is in either the 7d or 1/- edition; “Ordinary People” by Una Silberrad, in the 7d I know; and “Naval Occasions” by “Bartimeus”. Also a rather bigger want is a table for my room.
With love to all, your affectionate daughter
Juliet E Sladden
