17 October 1960

My dear Len and Margaret

Monday 3:35. I want to make a start on this letter before this evening. I’m not sure if Kay and Arthur will call in, they have a fashion parade at De Gruchys. Roselle will go and see it with Kay. They will bring her back then tomorrow Doreen and Nick will probably come. They generally come on a Tuesday. Then on Wednesday Dad and I will go to tea at Margarets. Where is the time for letter writing, it has to be mailed on Thursday am, so you see that’s the position.

Thanks for Len’s letter received a few days ago. He said he was on his travels in the North again. He says the scenery is beautiful, you did a lot of entertaining the time you were on these travels. That is entertaining solicitors, managers, etc. What do you tell them all the time?

Len said he had sent a lovely kilt to Roselle for her birthday. I guess she was pleased to receive this parcel, she must also look well in it.

On the letter Len, you said that Mr Bailey was ill. Well maybe it’s his fault, if he was not so fond of the bottles probably he would be better in health. If he likes it that way it’s up to him.

The weather is quite cold today, no sun, rather miserable outlook. I guess it’s also cold in Scotland. I think I had told you some time or other that young Tom Wood, Muriel du Feu’s youngest son who was very ill in a hospital away, he died yesterday. This boy was a blue baby at birth. I think his age was either 14 or 15 years old. He was at college here, then in the summer he had to be taken
away for an operation. He seemed to be doing well at first, then soon after he had a relapse. He had another operation, he had remained in a coma since them. This must be about 6 weeks ago, if not more. I think he had a clot of blood on the brain. It’s a blessing the poor boy has been taken away. Had he got better I don’t think he would have been right.

Here I am again, 5 minutes to 7. Roselle has just left for the fashion parade. The death of Tom Wood appears in the paper tonight. They give his age as 17. I didn’t think he was quite as old: this poor boy could never play at school like other boys, only looked on.

I can’t think of any more news today. We hope you are all well

Love to all from we 3

Lovingly, Mother xxx