[typewritten letter with letterhead The Eburite Paper Co. Ltd. crossed out]
3, Oakington Road,
16th July 1917.
My Dear Markle,
You much [sic] think I am very lax in asnwering [sic] your postcard which I received quite safely.
I am glad to hear that you are having a nice time, but hope that you are not having all the nice weather now, as we shall want some when we go to Eastbourne, to which I am looking forward. The days are going very slowly, but I guess they will fly when we are down there.
We had a most exciting time last Saturday week when we had the Raid. The first we heard of it was the screaming and yelling of the women and children in that aristocratic Amberley Road. One of our Girls ran out to see what was on and then called us out to look at the these great Birds, as they looked in the air. We were then all ordered into the Warehouse. The Factory hands as well. More than half of the older girls went into hysterics, and kicked up an awful noise. One of them fainted, but was soon brought round. Eva was away on her holiday at the time, but when she arrived back, she found that her Building had been hit by a Torpedoe [sic] which had crashed through the roof on to the top floor, but fortunately no one was hurt.
You ought to see our Lettuces and Potatoes, they are coming on fine, but want the Head Gardener to come and look after them, they miss his gentle touch! The beans are coming out into flower, so shall soon be able to have some for Dinner.
I had a letter from Cam this morning, and I see that he has been promoted to Company Sergt. Major. You will be glad to hear that Fred has been awarded the Military Medal, not a bar to his D.C.M. Perhaps Argyle will get his medal I hope so anyway.
You will be sorry to hear that our Minister Mr. Butler, has lost his wife, she died last Thursday night. He is very cut up about it, as it seems she has been an invalid for about four years. She is being buried at Brighton, her home, tomorrow.
Hope you have received the various letters that we have forwarded on to you from Canada. I shall have to write to Dorothy This [sic] week, otherwise I shall get the sack won't I?
Hoping to see you in about fortnight's time,
With much love,
from your loving cousin,
P.S. Please excuse the mistakes, but have done this in a hurry.