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My darling,
… I had my first sitting with Ishbel1, about an hour and a quarter, which was quite cramping, and as I was kept talking on psychoanalysis I was quite exhausted by the end. She seemed to prefer that I should not look, so I did not and do not know what it is like.
… As I have no reason for writing this except to say “I love you”, and I can't just keep putting that, I have a minor problem! Julian is sitting reading The Battlefield – the William Mayne you wanted me to get. I have also given him a Trollope to take back, The Way We Live Now. He was surprised to see on our London map that Anthony Trollope was at Harrow so that persuaded him to try in spite of his feelings of distaste for the Barchester books. It is very pleasant to hear him playing the piano. He plays extremely sensitively which is so unlike most boys I am used to: it really is a pleasure and it makes me feel I am at home for the first time since last Tuesday. I could hardly believe that days could drag so much …