Letter from Edward Thomas to his wife, Helen Thomas. Archival reference: 424/1/1/1/1/142
Lincoln College
Oxford
30.1.1900
My dearest friend,
I am very grateful for your last letters and the account of your life with little Philip. He does seem to be doing well, and all that remains is for me to hear that the weather and your strength have enabled you to go out today. Here it is very cold, and has been for some time, though on Sunday here and there we found
I am quite without news and am getting impatient with the newspapers.
Give my love to mother. I am hoping for a letter from her when her time will allow.
My porridge for lunch is just ready and I must take it off the boil and eat.
Goodbye! Kiss PMAT for me. I am ever and wholly yours Edward.
If you see the [illegible], give them my love.
A place were the sun was warm as well as bright. I wonder are you keeping a journal of happenings; anyhow, you must tell me everything. You will soon be showing Philip the first snowdrops, for spring is already awakened, and the thrushes are singing all day.
What you say about prevention is quite true, and I hope
you will learn of some certain and at the same time fairly healthy method which our purse might afford. If you do learn such a method, ou must let me know. It is painful to me that mother and nurse should have thought it necessary to allude to this.
I [illegible] is not mean of you to consider the subject of your new experience and of your figure. What difference has it made?is it in size only?