Saturday, March 4th, 1944

Darling Joan,

There is such a beastly cold wind outside today that I don’t suppose we shall even go out of doors. This morning the sun shone and it wasn’t too bad, but now it has clouded over and the sun has gone. Last evening we had a sudden shower of snow, but it didn’t last long and didn’t lay. All the week there has been a biting east wind, and your Daddy has had a cold and hasn’t felt at all happy about it. Still I am much better now. Mummy and the twins are fine, especially the twins who are as boisterous as ever.

John has been worrying me to take him fishing. He has made himself a rod with a stick and a cotton reel, and some nails and so on, a truly Heath Robinson affair. Fishing has never attracted me and so I don’t think poor old John will have any luck. He will have to wait until he grows up and can go with some other boys, won’t he?

We got the parcels during the week and were greatly thrilled. It was lovely and kind of you all to think of us and I can tell you there was great excitement. Anne was particularly thrilled with the frocks and last night tried them all on, while Mummy sorted out those which were O.K. and those which needed a little shortening, and those which will be put by until next year. The hair cream from Uncle Carl to me was welcome as it is impossible to get it at all over here. And of course Mummy liked her scent, which I expect she will keep for very special occasions.

We also enjoyed looking at the photos you sent of the Camp pets, but would have liked better to have had snaps of yourself. Didn’t you get any snaps of yourself when at Camp?

Well I think I will go out into the garden and do a few jobs, although I have been watching people going by with their coat collars turned up and their heads down out of the wind, and it doesn’t look very encouraging.

Lots of love, Joan dear
from Daddy
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