May to David Office. 2. 10. 17.
My dear David,
I did not have time to finish yesterday’s letter, so will to do so now – if hindrances will permit.
I enclose another of those rough snapshots. I am promised better ones later on. I was blinking at the time. I have not got a bit thinner, have I?
Your letter was marked No. 6, but it is only the 3rd, or 4th, I have received. The first and third went astray I know, as you referred to them in the 2nd and 4th. This is my 13th or 14th to you.
Tullie Thomson has another son, and is going to try to go to the south coast for a holiday, most likely Hastings or Bexhill, if she can get in, but most places are full up till Christmas as far as I can make out. It seems a lot of the lower class are having the time of their lives, receiving such excellent wages, and so are going about galore and buying most expensive clothes.
Maud’s spirits are sky-high again. She has been helping Mr. Bishop turn up policy numbers etc., and is so happy over it, and feels she is learning a tremendous lot of business. Her simple-mindedness is so refreshing. She reminds me of a book I am reading and enjoying. I will tell you about it when I have finished.
Can’t stop any longer now, so Goodbye; will write in a day or two.
May