After my first term at Newton Park I spent Christmas back in Earl Shilton then feeling miserable and lost I returned to The Elms , a girl’s hostel. With gritted teeth I shared a room with a girl who never missed an opportunity to infantilise , ‘Do you want a choccy biccy?’ I was terribly lonely and fancied I was in love with John , my previous summer’s final conquest at the canning factory. He had become president of the student’s union at Exeter University and in the autumn he collected me from The Elms and drove me down there. During that weekend I decided that I actually didn’t much like him and that in retrospect we had little in common…but oh that Austin Princess!
Saturday Winter 1965 January
My Dear Joy,
Chris and I sit huddled round the fire. Outside” Braeside “ portrays a wintry-albeit lovely scene. Occasionally there are flurries of snow, though it is only a slight covering all round, nothing like I imagine the falls in the West Country. Looking at the tele last Tuesday you were much in our thoughts as Bath came on covered in a deep mantle of snow. ‘Poor old Joy,’ we said! ,’ Struggling along with all those heavy cases.’ Hope you made the journey under that unpleasant handicap without too much stress. Were Sue’s bed socks commissioned for extra warmth inside those wellies we wondered.
But for the snow I wouldn’t be writing but I hadn’t reckoned on these conditions. Anyway, we hope that by now everything is ship-shape and Bristol fashion. All agreed that having you here with us was lovely and the happy memories leave a nice taste –in- the mouth feeling, as it were. We’ve just stacked the coconut with fatty winter rations for the Blue-Tits and here’s Chris threading up a mile long string of monkey nuts for them. Thinks, I’ll hibernate alongside the old fire bucket for the rest of the day. Love and safekeeping, Dad