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Ap. 17. Darling Mother. Your letter of Ap 2 - that's splendid about the mules. I'm reduced to native leather ones, which are rather lovely, however, being pure yellow. King George didn't like my telegram, or rather Mr Thomas didn't think it a suitable occasion for him to send one, so that was all for nothing! And by the way I haven't finished the guide book - only the part about Baghdad.
Oh dear, I shall miss Esme Dobbs when she goes away in May! It has made such a difference having her. And Ken, too, is off as soon as the Treaty is ratified - I shall have more to say on that subject, but I'll say it in another letter - and Iltyd Clayton as soon as he is well, and Bernard ditto. Awful, isn't it. Except Sir Henry, there won't be a live man in the office but me. However we're live enough. But there won't be a live man at all in the Interior. It's to be opes [sic] that the 'Iraq will behave itself.
Sir Henry is just back from Mosul [Mawsil, Al] and I'm eagerly awaiting a summons from him. Incidentally we're at war in Sulaimani [Sulaymaniyah, As], as usual, and I want to try and persuade him to wipe up the mess once and for all.
Goodbye, dearest, I must go and telephone to AHQ to learn how the war is going. Your very affectionate daughter Gertrude
[Note on back of envelope] Are the little daffodils out at the bottom of the lawn?