The thaw has come at last. It began on Monday, but the ice has not gone yet. I can still stand on the lily pond, but the flowers are beginning to show . The snowdrops have come up with a rush. Yesterday Father heard from Highbury that Uncle Joe was very ill & we fear this may be the end.

Bob’s kit has returned from France. Ellis & I unpacked it on Thursday.

Mr Moore’s brother who is in the Lincolns is home on sick leave. He has been wounded & was in hospital in Boulogne. One day this week I had a letter from Bert Clogg who is in hospital at Boulogne & having a very bad time although he tries to make the best of it. Yet he suffers a lot.