Ah, the woes of wartime cooking—if I’m remembering who Mrs C is correctly, she was someone my grandfather met while stationed elsewhere in Great Britain.

Mrs C sent me some shortbread and a fruit cake. She didn’t have any fruit for the fruit cake and it seems a little heavy to undertake. I think I’ll put it on the bar….

My wooly slippers got pretty dirty and I had them autoclaved. They came out pretty small—about bit enough for Alice and very hard. Lucky I have the old canoe shoes isn’t it.