In France
11 Nov 1915
My dear Mother
This is not going to be a very long letter. Firstly, because I have little to tell you; secondly because I hope to be able to parade to you for inspection before very long: it may be a matter of days or it might be so much as a fortnight. The gist of the matter is that I have been promised my leave "shortly" - an elastic term; but, nevertheless, not capable of indefinite expansion. Anyway, I feel that the leave is practically under my hand waiting to be taken, and you can imagine that I feel just about as joyful as can possibly be at the prospect. Even the cattle-truck that conveys me coastwards will have all the glamour of a Cinderella's coach! Welcome the stormiest of seas and the most uncomfortable of passages so that I get a week to peep at you all at home! I shall try and let you have a telegram to warn you of my coming.
In addition to everything else, the weather is beastly at present and the mud stupendous. Fancy escaping to the cleanliness of civilisation for a while!
If fate is very kind, I might possibly beat this letter. In any case, I hope to be a good second. Till then.
Love from
Your affectionate son
George
PS - I have received a paragon amongst cakes and attendant satellites of "Cox's" - equally delicious sent by my god-daughter and her Mama. Say I hope to come and thank both of them myself. In that hope I put off writing.
