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In my room in Harley Street there is a small window. I keep it open so as to have plenty of fresh air. But now a pigeon has built its nest just above where it opens. And the pigeon has some eggs and is hatching out a brood of young ones. I don't know how the mother bird is going to find food for them when they come. I hope they will not make too much noise. My patients won't like it if they do.
We are all looking forward to the holidays except Mummy. Mummy does not look forward to them because she has no holidays to look forward to. In fact when our holidays come she works harder than ever. Queer, isn't it? I'm glad I'm not a mummy.
Linnet looks thin and eats a lot. Dimple looks fat but Linnet eats twice as much as Dimple.1 They both seem very well, and are looking forward to barking a lot. I suppose it's their idea of a holiday.
I wonder if there are others in your form who saw the Circus, or Jimmy Edwards in Cinderella, or The Mikado? I remember how the others at school used to talk about the theatres they had been to, but when I was small I was not often taken because my Mummy and Daddy were not in England but in India. So I could not say very much.