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[Page 193]

My conscience ought to be pricking me for not doing War Work or picking moss, and selfishly coming out here to enjoy this and write to you. Yet I do want to throw off this wretched cold that still lingers on so feel somewhat justified to bathe in the Sun. Yesterday I did too only at Kew Gardens. The display of orchids there are too beautiful for words. Before me now as I write, The ground is pegged out in small squares & There are women old men & children digging the soil where ever you go out of London you see the ground, being tilled & planted by them I suppose chiefly with potatoes. The food Controller is doing his best to prevent a bread famine ere the next harvest is ready & I think almost everyone is conscientiously doing their bit to help. It hasn't involved any great sacrifice from us. Though Sometimes I could eat more than my portion of bread and Sugar & I do enjoy the little potato allowed us twice a week. It seems strange to have all you eat weighted out before its given to you. We are allowed six Os of bread a day, 2 ozs of Sugar, 5 ozs of Meat for 5 days in the week. Beans rice, fish and eggs are being used a great deal and are very good substitutes. Fruit I miss most of all, it is so frightfully dear, though I do indulge sometimes. I don't enjoy it as much as I might for thinking of the money it costs. To give you an idea – Strawberries at 8/6 a lb.

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