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To London
My darling,
… I was with the doctor about 40 minutes – mostly chat but some chest listening. The verdict was – ‘Fine: heart OK; BP ditto; weight ditto; lose a bit more to have a margin. Exercise: walk; swim; and cycle though obviously not uphill’ (which I would never have dreamt of doing at any time in my life even when I was playing first class rugger for Oxford).
… Mrs Y. turned up at the hour which she had cancelled, swearing she had not. I would not see her. I shall end up by being condemned to have a spine of my own – let's hope. It would at least be something. If so, this place will earn my gratitude for doing something for me which the whole of my life has failed to do. A bit late perhaps …