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you 'cos you are passing the time in pleasant places. I'm just longing for a trip to the Vale. I want to go there & sleep & sleep & sleep, and eat, & eat & eat, and drink & drink & drink...
I'm not grousing honey. Lor' bless you no. I'm only wishin' that this silly old scrap was over . There is not much fighting here. Only little skirmishes away on the frontiers & I'm not in it.
Egypt is rather warm my dear. In the middle of the day we just poke a cigarette outside a hole in the tent and suck hard & its alight. The wind blows the letters off the newspaper while yer readin' it. That'll learn yer. The ink is dry on the page before you' ve written it. If you drop a blot it's a dried up lump of blackink before it hits the paper & just rolls off onto the ground. Streuth!! The Gyppies feed their fowls on lumps of ice so that the hens wont lay hard-boiled eggs. I threw a lump of ice at a nigger last week & by the time it hit him it burnt him. Now
Your lying brother Ol