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was still very glad to have it, darling. Poor Barbara -
you were so miserable & hopeless in those days. Thank
God for Maxie - & better communications between
the two of us. You talked in that letter about
your ma joining up with Aunt Ethel - & in your
last p.c. of 2 Feb 42, you are still talking of it.
She is an unstable old cow, your Aunt E - why does
she not make her mind up & get together with
your ma?
Peter is becoming funnier & funnier - & also tougher & stronger.
I have now moved out of my office tent, because of the bad
weather, & have a table in the Orderly Room, when I
am inside. Peter usually sits outside or thereabouts. But
the very moment I scrape my chair along the ground
to get up - he appears, at once, in the doorway. It is
really incredible - he is so independent & cheeky, &
yet he refuses to allow me out of his sight. And
then I often go around the place on a bicycle - &
that is his great delight. He just goes frantic with joy,
& [ ?] along beside me, laughing like hell, &
jumping up & trying to nip me in the leg.
When I come to a corner, I pretend to go straight
on, & then turn at the last moment, & he goes
straight on himself - & then suddenly sees his mistake
& comes absolutely whizzing after me, furious with
himself, but rather triumphant at still being there;
& more or less saying, "you may think yourself
smart, but you can't fox me." But he has