29.3.16
My dear Father
I think I owe you at least one letter. You will have heard from Mary that I hope to come back on leave this week, and we plan to travel from London via Badsey so that I may just get a sight of you all. I’d hoped to get my leave from Tuesday, but it is not yet to hand, though I hope to get off tomorrow. Waiting while such things are passing leisurely from one office to another is very trying, especially as one never knows when something may turn up again to stop all leave. My work will be done by the pathologist of No 9.
We still have cold blasting days here, and we’ll all be glad of spring. I see there has been more snow at home, how tired you must all be of snow and mud.
I’ve little news, and hope to forestall this letter, but can’t take anything for granted.
With love to you all.
Your affectionate son
Arthur F Sladden
