1 Dec 53
Dearest Mamma,
You write me many wonderful letters. I do not know what to do with them all.
I do not think I shall go to Greece. Too far, too long travelling, too expensive, not
enough time with you. Do not know what to do.
I have a terrible cold. Second since August. Very bad. Went to snazzy dinner in snazzy
hotel last night in Daddy's dinner jacket. Wore Victor's evening cloak. Little twirp is 21.
Went to Arty party on Sunday. Wore black trousers & my red plaid shirt. Really beautiful shirt
it is. Thank you for it.
Stay up all night working after partys. Need to for electrical voltage to be constant. Get
sleepy. Went to tea with Tess & Emma. She is very nice. Going next Sunday to Todds.
My room needs something done to it. I am not well trained yet in interior esthetics &
design. We should have got a rug in Munich.
Sid off to town today to meet Martin Karplus.
Saw Meggie Milne last night. Dances well. Pretty.
Maria wants me to come to Germany for Christmas. Don't think I shall go.
I love you,
Peter