I'm just itching to write to Mother and scold her for having kept such a secret. I always knew that her youth was far more exciting than Father's, but really...who could imagine!

Oh, you poor dear. Do you think we're allowed to trade stations? I'm in the... well, maybe I shouldn't say, in case someone participating is reading... but I'm indoors, anyway.

I agree about the cordial, but won't be picnic-weather for a while, I fear!