16th April, 1890
Winnie,
Quite right, nothing like that hurts my feelings! Or yours, I’d say. Suits of armour, we are! Damned near impenetrable, I should say.
Emotionally, that is. I feel a bit like an old lady some of these days... and it’s not like training will get any easier. I don’t suppose you know any brilliant tricks for back pain? Mine’s killing me in the evenings.
However sore and tired I am, I certainly shan’t deprive you of seeing this ghastly mug if you want to! I miss yours more. Just let me know when you’re not up to your elbows in newborns, and I’ll be there in a flash, promise!
Gus

gorgeous set by Lady!