I write this card in the bathe and I beg your pardon, because I write not good.

I am so glad you will soon be able to read.

I can hardly believe it's true sometimes.

I can't just forget.

We too have been offered the ex-gratia payment of £50 each and have accepted it, although we are still disappointed that the 'experience of a lifetime' has thus been marred.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS YOU WANTED ME SPECIALLY TO AVOID BUT I'LL TRY TO AVOID IT ALL THE SAME.

Fuck I've just smudged the ink.

My muscles have seized up one by one, my brain is next on the list.

No doubt you've decided on an anti-social Xmas & New Year.

We are enjoying the bits in between.

Uncompromising Calvinism.

I so happy I could die.

We're taking a 2nd honeymoon before the winter starts. It looks like being just as disastrous as the first.

Have spoken often to your little machine.

Guess what happened to me on Monday. You know, what I have trouble with.

Honestly, though, I'll be glad when it's all over.

Freedom at last.

Far too much reading to do.

Could be better, could be worse.

I wish I could offer you some consoling words but I can't think of any.