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My darling wife,
My darling Mrs Bion: How are you now my dearest Mrs Bion? It makes me angry and sad to think that owing to my stupidity over stamps you will not have had my Sat–Sun letter this morning. But I hope there will not be any more delays.
I very unfairly had two letters from you this morning and was so glad to get them that I couldn't bear to open them as I wanted somewhere absolutely private where I could read them without any rush. Thank you for them my darling wife. They were very welcome and interesting. It makes me hope that you are having an enjoyable and happy time.
It also makes me feel more than ever that I would come down to Bournemouth for the next week-end but even if you were able to arrange for me at the hotel, which I suppose is unlikely, I feel troubled about expense. I suppose it is irrational to be disturbed over the way they go on delaying settlement of the Homestead but it does bother me.