Sunday- Easter Sunday too. Everyone thinks of home on this day, just a bit longingly. I’m not so well. All week I’ve been fighting the grippe. It’s licked now and so am I.
The week has passed in long days of dozy inactivity in the office and of lazy reading. I’ve finished the Conquest of Canaan and the Call of the Wild. There is an April Atlantic here which I shall tackle this evening.
They have chopped the 5 to 6 hour from our day, so we shall have fine long evenings this summer.
Yesterday I went to Joinville and saw our team win a fine twelve-inning game.
I gargled the sore throat to death with some unholy mixture contributed by Mme. Bellamy; it’s cured now and I’ve begun to smoke. But I didn’t feel equal to spending the whole of today with them so I sent them a note this morning.
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Letters from Sidney Friend During The Great War 