Alec to his parents:
Dear Mum and Dad
Thanks once again for weekly letter, duly to hand on Friday. Note you had nothing from the young ladies last time, but it was probably due to the picnic, as usual letter-writing habits were altered to suit. I did not type the letter until I got back from the run instead of doing it at about 10 a.m.. At that time they were being prepared for bed. There are signs of drawings and letters being prepared at the moment, so you may get something this week. I also enclose for your interest, and to pass it on, a copy of the “Beeching Retort” prepared by the N.U.R.. A bit of a squib, but their idea was a bit clever. Girls still in trouble with behaviour so no typing allowed again this week.
Weather this end has been a mixed bag. Have had two or three days in which the day started wet and dull, and picked up to quite early summer conditions in the afternoon, only to revert to rain for the journey home. Yesterday was fine but a bit chilly after a windy night, but this morning there is a lot of fine rain. Good growing weather – for slugs. I put some slug pellets down yesterday and they are supposed to be proof against showers so may catch a few today. Have not noticed any frosts, and certainly no plants have suffered that way. Note your apple and cherry trees doing well for blossom. We have had a spate of blossom-picking by the children so can expect few apples on our tree this year again.
Nothing out of the ordinary by the eye specialist. This is booked working these days – once you start, Doctor, Dentist or others they have their pound of flesh from you as National Health payments to them depend on number of patients on the books, and therefore if they do not sign you off, you stay on the books. As for the benefit of the treatment, the only result from its so far is a certain degree of resignation on Susan’s part to the wearing of the glasses. She does not treat them very well, but they are no longer the object of any deliberate naughtiness. By now too her school chums will have got used to the idea which also helps*. As for the sight improving only the expert can tell and he hasn’t.
Very little likelihood of any ‘long shot’ as you call them now, as I find my best to chances are during the day when few people are about to clutter the air up. In other words the long-range people are less likely to be drowned by more powerful locals. The only chance to get on during the day when there are likely to be others also able to do so is at holiday times such as Easter etc. At nighttime the band is absolutely cluttered up, and although the range is greater then bracket (by about ten times) all the local stations are that much louder too. Had a chap at Newmarket on Thursday, but got no tips.
I well remember the radio set at Whittlesea (formerly at Cross Keys). It had a horn loudspeaker, and ebonite front with many dials, a central switch which worked in the vertical position for switching in an additional power valve, and a pair of coils on the extreme left-hand exterior which could be moved towards or away from each other by means of a rod – to provide reaction. The batteries if I remember rightly were resting on a shelf of the bamboo-legged table.
I thought I saw a few Larkspur seeds coming through on Thursday, but all trace has since disappeared. We still have our remaining sunflower and it is permanently under the glass jam jar. I will let it out only when I think the stem is strong enough to resist the slugs. Also I suppose I shall have to be careful of acclimatising it to the open air. No we have not put in the sweet peas, but as it has now stopped raining I may do so later this morning.
So strike is off, and honour seems to be satisfied for the time being. Good luck for Ernie Isles for stop I saw him a time or two when he was at Paddington deputising for Ivor Coggins. One of those chaps who are never satisfied. Poor Griffiths, he is also a bit of a grumbler, but it is a sorry state to be in to lose job to someone out of section.
Went to Ealing again yesterday and brought back another bathful of earth. It all helps, and if we keep this up it will not be long before some of the low-lying patches on the lawn are filled in.
Note your visitor had a good evening before her return to Bristol.
We have a pretty good idea of the building we want now as an extra room/conservatory. I have to fix up some shuttering and then start collecting rubble from the field.
Price of chicken this end just about same as for joint, and it makes a change.
So the greenhouse/garage path is finished, and quite a job worth doing too. What are you going to do about the section between the new path and the lawn hedge? This will be low-lying compared with the path, and somewhat in the shade. What about a higher level pool (level with the path) with an overflow into the other? Bit risky of course after a late night return from Salthouse.
June is abandoning the idea of driving for the time being.
Old J. Jones a bit of a fathead to leave his ignition key in car – asking for trouble. Lucky he got it back with out damage? A dog’s life, your end then. Fancy feeding Bushes’ dog. I expect he is waiting for the next lot. Have you asked him how he liked the sponge?
So the partners have been to see you about the land. All takes an awful lot of time, but the Council’s agreement or otherwise should not take too long.
Did not remember you saying the T.V. had to go in for inspection. There is so much in a T.V. that can go wrong that is a wonder they go on so long working o.k. The power cuts have affected a lot of people’s sets, and they will be getting troubles about now that were caused when the mains voltages dropped during the big frost. A form of emission from part of the valve is stepped up to compensate for the lower H.T. voltage with the result that the part works beyond its accepted rating. Although it is in no sense burned out the effectiveness falls off after prolonged work in these conditions, and the life is shortened as a result. The T.V. repair fellows are well up to this one.
Okay if you can get some slag for the path. The quarry was not used as a dump after 1928 to my recollection, but it may have been before that time. Not a good place for a house, but every last inch is used these days. Imagine anyone having a house built there in the 20s?
We have raised the question of the holiday with Mrs Baker, but to no effect. She wants to see how things work out before she makes any promises. What this means we do not know but that is as far as we can take it at the moment. She thanks you for the invitation, and we shall have to see what happens.
I see from Mother’s letter that she has tulips etc. coming out. Very nice, we have a few choice dandelions. The only thing growing with any reliability this end is the grass, but I am pleased about that.
We expect Susan will be joining the Brownies on Wednesday. She would have joined last week but was just a bit too naughty and had to have it postponed. We are all going to the Sunday School this afternoon as it is the school anniversary. Susan is down to do something – say or sing a verse or the like.
Nothing further on the fence, but must get down to that soon now.
Butcher was at Liverpool Street on Friday but we did not see him. He was supposed to have arrived in time for lunch with Hammond.
We have a jaunt to the London Zoo next Saturday with the Sunday School crowd. Hope it is not a hot day. Everyone this end reasonably fit except Carol who says she has a bit of a cold and has been sneezing a bit.
Peter has had his car back from the panel beater and they have made a fine job of it. The damaged wing looks even better than the other. Well that is about all for the present. No trip out this week, and just as well as weather raining again. So love from us all here once again.
*This is naive at best and wilful ignorance at worst, and wholly ignores the massive fact that the main person teasing me about glasses was June, my own mother. It was her lifelong contention that “men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses” and that if I ever wanted to get married and have a family – which was the only suitable life for a female human being after all – I should avoid ever wearing glasses at all. This was the start of her saying one thing to her children in private and then denying it to everybody else in the world, to whom she liked to pretend she was a devoted and caring mother. It took another fifty-plus years to escape her double-dealing, which only became worse as time passed. With the benefit of hindsight, it’s perfectly clear that she had a classic narcissistic personality and viewed herself as the only person of importance in the world – with others merely serving as acolytes and admirers who had to be kept firmly in their subservient places. She hated to be challenged, and was never in her life wrong or flawed about anything – hence her giving up on the driving: because she couldn’t be brilliant at it right away, she didn’t want to do it at all. The fact that neither Alec nor his father ever took a test, but that she would have to (the regulations having changed in the meantime), no doubt played into this: someone outside the family would test her and find her wanting, and she couldn’t have that at any price.