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20 Maresfield Gardens
London N.W. 3
October 4, 1938
My dear Marie
It is only right and proper that my first letters from “home” should be addressed to you. It won't be a long one, for I can hardly write, no better than I can speak or smoke.
This operation was the worst since 1923 and has taken a great deal out of me. I am dreadfully tired, and feel weak when I move. I have actually started work with three patients, but it isn't easy. The after-effects are supposed to be over in six weeks, and I am only at the end of the fourth.
The house is very beautiful. It suits me that you have postponed your visit for a while; by that time it will be ready for you to see. There is only one great drawback, no spare bedroom; this was sacrificed to the elevator; or rather there is a chance of a room, but it is a sad one. Aunt Minna is inhabiting the room as a patient, and it is still uncertain how long she will need it. It strikes us as super-fluous that at the moment Martin is also ill with a coli infection