2110-3-2-18

76, PORTLAND PLACE, W.

Sept: 5: 17

My dearest wee Mother

We got a rare old bombing last night. Home Forces rang me up at 9.30 & told me the Hun planes were at Felixstowe. They got to London just before midnight as I was going to bed, and you never heard such a racket with Sirens & bombs. Some sounded as if

they were pretty near. The servants descended to the cellars, but old Edie insisted on remaining in her bedroom because she said it gave her a better view! I fear they have done a good deal of damage. I'm fed up with the Hun.

Captain Gibb, who was in the old 6th Scots Fusiliers with Alastair, came to see me yesterday. I enclose a

letter from old Skeil. I have wired to him asking to dine on Thursday night & offering to put him up. I want a long talk with him. He must be a fine fellow.

Nan's book must be nearly all in proof now. She ought to have a revise of the proofs. It reads to

me extraordinarily good.

Sandy Gillon came here yesterday, very cross at the weather he has had. It is most exquisite weather now. I hope I may get a few days holiday in about a fortnight.

Much love to all

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John