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Immediate dispatch from Somerset. Nice book in great condition. Pages in excellent condition. No notes or highlighting. See images. Fantastic book.

About the book >.>.> Dear James These are the letters Linnie sent to me. When we could see that a time might come when someone would say ‘Has anyone done Sheila Douglas?’ it was agreed that I should destroy all her letters to me. I had not realised she had kept so many of mine. Sheila was one of those highly intelligent people who are unable to come to terms with the telephone – a disability which I sometimes think altered our lives. Whenever one phoned her it was sure to be the wrong moment. At best she was stilted; at worst abrupt and uncommunicative. She was however adept at letters of apology explaining that she had been in the garden the bath hair-washing plucking a chicken sickening for ‘flu So in place of the trivialities people so often exchange over the telephone we wrote letters. There was other correspondence relating to our friendship and I still have two postcards I sent to my parents not long before my father died. I found them marking a place in my mother’s Bible. They give no address and are undated but I know that the year was 1933 and the place a guide camp. Both are commendably brief. The first: ‘I don’t like it here. Please come quickly and take me home. The second: ‘A girl called Sheila Douglas and I had a nice walk by a stream and Joyce Pillinger fell in. Can I stay until the end of the week please?’ The next term Sheila and I were in the same form at school. She had three brothers and through her I an only child was introduced to the rough and tumble of sibling rivalry.