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12. own job. Your poor mother - it is one thing after another. Do please give her a special message from me again, & tell her how fond of her I am, & she must try hard & not worry & think so much, & get strong again. When I come home, I want to see her as I remember her. And she still has much to live for - she has all her grand children - & we intend to give her another grand daughter, don't we sweetest?

Poor old Peter has got bad feet now. He came to me the other day, having been on a newly laid runway, & his feet were covered & filled with tar. This I have to drag off with the help of petrol & oil to dissolve it. As a result his feet were raw, & two of them have become infected - one pretty badly. This one is now covered in zinc ointment & bandaged up. He struggles & yelps when Chainarzki & the medical orderly touch him - but when I do, he just lies back & watches me with big trusting eyes, & moans a little inside. It is such a help just to have a dog with me, who is fond of me & trusts me. He is becoming more & more intelligent & sensible - & also bloody funny too. I will tell you about him in another letter. I am sending the brown brother to the other hankie, darling. I do hope you like them. I have held it to my heart & kissed it & all my love comes with it. All my love is yours for ever & always, my darling - and it will always be getting deeper & stronger. I adore my sweet Barbara.
x x x Harry. x