Badsey
Evesham
Feb 22/99
My Dear Ethel,
I will write to you this evening so that the letter may be ready to post with Mother’s to-morrow, I have been suggesting to Cyril that he should pick a few violets and spring flowers to send and then you will see what we have out. We are so glad you kept up well in form again last week Georgie wishes he could get as high as sixth. Arthur was second last week, he says there has been no confirmation announced so far, we sent him a tuck box for his birthday, Mother and I are going to give him 10/- towards his bicycle, did I tell you I had got a nice second-hand “Rover” for him at Prices.
I hope you will come home not later than April 12th I think that will be the day of the theatricals, even then unless you got home earlier than 7.23 train you would hardly be in time for the commencement.
Fancy there were 8 eggs to-day that in the month we have had in one day of late. Roberts has begun to dig the rose-bed and I have at last finished pruning the gooseberry bushes, it will soon be time to begin the roses, the plants look well as there has been no hard frost to injure them. Yesterday the roads were so good and the day fine that instead of driving to Alcester I rode my bicycle, the furthest I have been for some time.
To-morrow I have called a committee meeting of the flower show to settle up the accounts, I hope there will be a little balance in hand, then we shall have to make arrangements for next summer, I think some of the people want to have their club feast at the same time and thus make an extra gala day of it.
We hear that Auntie Fanny has let Byfleet and will be leaving at Lady Day she may store her furniture and take a furnished house for a little while till they find a residence to their mind. George tells us his friend Harrison has returned, G. sends us quite good letters still, he is getting quite a correspondent. We must send you a newspaper cutting about the new French President, the late one died very suddenly.
With love to you both
I remain
your affectionate Father
Julius Sladden
