No. 23

Maycot.

Dearest,

Thank you so much for your sweet little letter No. 25. I was very amused at Sgt, Ascolie’s remark and your rejoinder.

I am so sorry you were feeling especially lonely when you wrote your letter and it certainly is a shame that E. Fermor should have been moved. It was nice having someone to talk to about Jersey and the places you and I love so much. Pinkie (the name sounds rather impractical) must be rather a strain to live with if she gets these bright impulses often. However I can imagine her being rather sweet though. Incidentally I do not see Mrs. S. Fermor now as she moved to wherever Stanley was stationed. Apart from this morover, the weather since Christmas has practically precluded daytime trips to Bromley.

I had a letter from Dad this morning and he was still at Hampstead. Apparently he was granted a few days leave but unfortunately went down with an attack…

…of bronchitis, so had to ask for further leave. He says he is now much better and has jumped at my suggestion to make him a Balaclava helmet for wear at his job. I’m sorry I did not think to make him one earlier. He is returning to Newcastle on Thursday and mentions he will shortly be replying to a letter of yours.

It began to snow again yesterday and there is now about an inch of snow on the ground again. Jill and I see many robins, and in her letter to you she has drawn some.

She really is getting a darling and shows a decided taste for poetry, even to listening to “Hiawatha”. She knows by heart some quite long poems. Wyn and I love to hear her recite O. Goldsmiths “When lovely woman stoops to folly”.

She amused us very much on Sunday when Hugh was here. She was sitting on Wyn’s knee and Wyn said to her “Adam and Eve and Pinch Me went down to the water to battle. Adam & Eve were drowned. Who do you think was saved?” To which Jill…

…brightly remarked “Hug me”!

Hugh loved the story of your mouse and mousetrap and said I should send it to a newspaper. As I remarked perviously I thought it was definitely lucky.

Nothing of any interest has happened since my last letter to you darling.

I am longing to hear news of your leave and I find myself hoping that each letter may contain it. By the way, I’m not perfectly certain but I think Lawford’s tel. No. Is Farn: 649. I will however confirm this in my next letter.

Well dearest, I shall be writing you again shortly, meanwhile with all my love and best wishes.

Yours,

Terry.

Xxx it’s Spring in Keston too!