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To Angmering
My darling,
… My worry is whether the house will turn it all into a busman's holiday.1 It would be a great help to the children if they have a chance of having you to themselves. I curse myself for this arrangement of holiday because I feel both I and my patients are going through with it but without any real drive – as if feeling it a waste of time. And a number have gone anyhow so it would have been better to quit. I shall try to use the gaps in my practice for reading or writing but to-day at least I felt I lacked resilience or interest.
… Well my love I think of you all the time. Please give my love and kisses and a hug to Parthenope and a, well whatever he calls it, to Julian. It seems queer to have a son and daughter. I really feel quite a family man now.
Goodnight my love: I love you. But how I hate writing letters …