22 January 1961 the last letter ...
22 January 1961 My dear Len and Margaret Sunday 11.45 am. This is a most beautiful morning, I think it’s too fine to last long. The sun is shining, though there’s a crispy air, it’s a healthy kind of weather. I’ve just had a little bit of bother, yesterday I put in a couple of bits of washing which were not very dry, but too dry to wet again if it rained in the night. After breakfast I went to put this bit of washing outside. As I pulled up the line, bang goes the line from the other end. Well you know I have been after Father for some time to put a new cord one end, the one that was there was rotten. After breakfast today I’ve asked him to put a new cord. I’ll do it soon he said, he did a few things first that could have waited after the cord had been fixed, but I must say that Father always does the things that could be done last he does them first and no it was this AM. Well, I’m afraid the cord he’s put won’t last long, he’s put in another old bit. I’ve told him h