Letter to mother (June 1923)

Clarence Hotel
Teddington

Sunday, June 2nd


My dear Mother,

I have just had supper, and am now settling down to write to you.

It turned out that I was not so outrageously busy this weekend after all. I will recapitulate the events, or rather, lack of them, of the week.

I worked in the evenings every week night, and, as Cowley and I want to finish off our job, I went into the laboratory on Saturday morning. Cowley and I did a rather jolly piece of mathematics, which we are going into seriously on Monday.

In the afternoon, I went to the N.P.L sports, mainly because Sir Richard had said on Tuesday that he might see me there. He did, but had nothing to report as he had only got my second note in the morning. Les and Jack came with me, and we had a fairly decent time. After tea, we played tennis till dinner time, & again after dinner.

I had a hot bath Saturday nigh (I had had my cold one in the morning) and slept like the good old top, bathed again, dressed, read the ‘Sunday Pictorial’, worked till 1-15, had lunch, and was on the river at 2.15. We rowed from Kingston to Sunbury, had tea, & rowed back, 12 miles in all. Gee, we are some scullers, believe me! Got back to Teddington, played tennis till supper time. I then went in, bathed, changed, ate, and here I am. A great day. Beautiful weather, and the river looking top hole.

The result of that competition will be in the ‘Sketch’ next week, I think. Something tells me we haven’t won it.

I feel as fit as a fiddle here, and I’m as strong as a horse, as strong as that great hulk Les, anyhow, so Teddington must suit me admirably, although I can’t get out much during the week.

I had a letter from Grandma Stern, last week, but I haven’t answered it yet.

I’m afraid there isn’t much other news. I have a 2/6 ticket in a Derby sweep, but I expect it will prove abortive.

German marks & Austrian kronen are right down, you know. Seriously, Grandpa & I ought to toddle of there this summer:  it would cost less than an ordinary holiday in England. In fact, as far as I can see, it would cost less than staying at home. We’d all better go.

Well, how are the new curtains?

After the end of this month, you and Dad might come down here for a week, it would be a little holiday for you. If Grandma fancied a change as well, she’d enjoy it down here if the weather were fine.

Its been pretty rotten here lately till to-day, lots of rain etc, but I expect it will buck up now.

I expect to be pretty busy until June 27th. I shall slack off a bit then.

Could you pack my boxing-gloves in the next parcel?

I shall after all, send you my trousers to do. They have looked well. Please try & pack them so that they don’t crease. Like this:-

By the way, in last week’s picture Cowley & I were reading Wind Channel Guages, not listening in – we haven’t anything on our ears; look again.

Well, dear, that’s the lot. Don’t forget the B-G’s. Give my love to G’ma, G’pa & Dad. Hope they’re all well, & that business is improving.

Fondest love

Your own son

Harold


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