2110-3-2-29

76, PORTLAND PLACE, W.

Sept: 18: 17

My dearest wee Mother

This is a very wet morning. I do hope it will be better weather on Thursday. I am not yet quite certain if I can get away, but I hope to manage it. Mrs Grosvenor came in late last night after dinner. She is going down to Aunt Blanche's

to-day, for Uncle Fred is dying - of the same thing that Father died of. He is 76.

I had a letter from David Buchan yesterday about his boy, who wants to join the Flying Corps.

I had a very busy day yesterday. I took Arthur Grenfell to the War Office. He is still very lame, but he thinks he

might get a job in Tanks at home, till he is able to go out. I had a long Italian conference at 4. We shall have a difficult job with Italy during the winter.

I hope the Peebles people will like our Photographic Exhibition. I see Mrs Forester is dead. I am writing to the Provost. I suppose it is a mercy, poor body.

I wonder how Nan is getting on at Achnacloich. I hope the change will do her good. When do you go back to Peebles? I am always wondering how you are keeping, my wee Mother.

Love to all

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John