18 November 1958. Night noises, sweettooth, news from the North
18 November 1958 My dear Len and Margaret This is Tuesday evening but I must make a start on my writing. There will be no writing done tomorrow unless it’s in the morning. At this stage of my letter the phone rang. Roselle answered it, it was Flo Agnes. I think I had told you that they were coming to tea tomorrow, well the phone message was to say that Reg is down with ‘Flu’. Flo is just now getting over it, though she said she would have been well enough to come but today Reg is down with it. So now perhaps it doesn’t so much matter if this letter is not finished today, but then I will try to advance it as much as I can, so you don’t get disappointed on Saturday. We have been having a few days of what they call a ‘St Martins summer’, beautiful sunshine. I don’t know how long it’s going to last, though at this time of year it’s doubtful if it will last for many more days. Still this little spell has been very enjoyable for all. We haven’t been out for our usual Tuesday...