»  Letter: Tuesday, February 20, 1979

    E.A. Derbyshire to John Derbyshire

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Feb. 20th 1979.

My dear Son,

Just had your letter & snaps today, you look great — as always.

I am so happy, when you are dear & glad you are meeting old friends & enjoying yourself, & keeping well.

Nothing's changed here, the weather terrible, blizzards, floods, freezing fog & ice, & strikes still raging.[1]  It's all so depressing. I sit here, bodging away,!! & thinking of the paint I'll slosh about & the gardening I'll do etc, when the sun shines, I know damn well I'm just dreaming.

How dare you get sunburnt, I long to feel the warmth of the sun & at the moment would risk burning the skin off me, its so cold & grey.

We miss you very much & Tess is counting the weeks till you return. Please give my regards to the Chans for taking care of you, they are good people.

This is all your post dear, up to date, don't worry about the postage. I've paid the bills as follows. £81-50 the heater, £73-12 Electricity, £38-52 Phone, just so you know where your money went, though we did get a discount of £13-58 off electricity. Only gas to come now. The T.V. is lovely & so is the shower. About a jacket love, some silky material, froggies, jacket length, that I can wear over trousers to hide my enormous belly & bum,!! preferable darkish blue or red main colour, 42" bust. I'm about 5' 6"  Thank you darling.  or some sort of dressing gown, whatever you can manage.

Judy is on holiday this week, all send their love, so does Auntie Cis & Mrs Bates. Everyone asks after you. Mrs Griffiths rang & wants to see you when you return. Glad the writing is going well. Good luck with your books darling. Thank God you didn't go to Iran, how sad, all the killing & destruction is terrible.

Janet loved having you, you charmed them as you do everyone. How do you do it?!!

Love darling,

            Mum & Dad   X X X

        Your car didn't pass MOT. needs a bit of welding. Phil will do it.


        You can imagine how Dad is when he can't get out, but he's well really. Sends his love.



  1. This was the "winter of discontent" — see note 1 in the January 30 letter.