2nd December 1918: Adela’s recent letters to Edgar have not arrived – she hates to think of him not getting any post, because she has written regularly – every night in fact. It’s apparent Adela is still a little frail after her recent bout of flu, and poor Daisy is still in bed. Work is very trying – sums are not Adela’s strong point, but at least her grumpy boss is leaving in the New Year.
Commission Internationale De Ravitaillment
Monday morning, 2nd December 1918
I’ve just had a letter from you, and you say you haven’t heard for 3 days. I can’t understand it, dear, as I always write every night in bed & post it the next morning on my way here & nearly always write you a line during the day from here. So you’ll get a big bunch together. I hate to think of you not having letters & being dull, especially when I write so regularly.
Old Shudd is back today & is in a very bad mood. I’d like to go and [swat?] him. He asked me for something this morning and it was under his nose. Coonie is coming to stay with me next Monday for a bit. I’m not sure if I’m going to like it or not. I’ll tell you later. I do hope you have some letters of mine by now darling. I’ll write again tonight …
… I was glad to get your letter tonight, and to hear you had had mine. I know what it’s like being without letters. Daisy rang me up tonight. She is still in bed, just the same, poor girl. I feel so sorry. I wasn’t going over tonight, but they all seemed so dull so I ran over & Alfred brought me home.
I can’t explain today in the office. I’ve had a terrible time. Old Shudd came back this morning like a bear with a sore head – and grunted at me & gave me some awful sums to work out, you know the kind taking 2 ½% & 5 ½ & 7 ½ etc . You can imagine what the answer was [?] Somebody is losing money for certain!!! Well! Then Coonie & I went out to lunch & after went into the old Temple church, lovely old place. That finished me. I went into a sort of trance & the organ started (the finest in London). I didn’t come round till 2.30 & Coonie was by the door. We rushed back. I’ll leave the rest to you – what old Shudd said. I wish you’d heard him. Then I gave him a wrong number & the SARCASM!! But he’s going in the New Year…
I got your letter in the middle of grub tonight & Mrs Buchanan was sitting opposite me, and asked me what I was laughing at!!! She’s awfully nice & so is her husband & the kid is lovely. Your camera is coming dear.
It’s pouring with rain as usual. Coonie is coming to stay with me next Monday for a bit. It ought to be rather fun if she doesn’t get on my nerves. She does sometimes. Someone asked he if we were sisters. How are we alike, I don’t think!?
She’s a jolly good sort. I haven’t given up hope of you not being home for xmas So don’t worry. Don’t forget to ask if [?] for leave! Shall I write & ask? Hubert’s address is H.Q. 5th Bde – Tanks, BEF , France….