13 Juli 1959. Top Town, Russ Conway, Canadian holidays and people who delay lunch
13/7/1959 My Dear Len and Margaret This is Monday eve. I will start by saying especially for Len’s benefit that his Mother is again at her writing desk and still using his unloved paper, [1] with it all he may be pleased to read the letter, though there is no news of importance. Now then what can I find to say? I’m sure I don’t know what to say. Oh yes, I’m sure I do. It’s that there hasn’t been a letter from him this last fortnight, maybe the heat has upset him. In that case I will forgive him because I also feel very miserable in the heat. One thing I will say which is unusual for me is that I am wearing a nice red carnation while I am writing. Dad and Rose looked at me in astonishment when I came in, they were very surprised that I had picked one. The reason I picked it was because the petals were beginning to fall, so I thought it was of no use leaving it pull on the root, and also it was too nice to throw in the dustbin. I thought it wiser to wear it, those who pass the ...