You will know by my last letters we were expecting a move. It came to pass and we are now in Syria and the dust and sweat of Egypt far behind. We have now snow, rain and racing winds. Our travelling however has not taken up all the time that has elapsed since last I wrote. The trouble has been with my right forefinger. I got a whitlow under the nail and after a week of most annoying pain I managed to get down to the doctor. For a day or two I thought I might lose my finger but the doctor gave me an anaesthetic and opened it up. That was five days page 41ago and the finger is now free of poison but still well swollen up and tender. Hence the frightful scrawl and pencil.