Dad writing from the Ascot Hotel in Bombey (Mumbai) [Of course if I come across any things said that are too personal in Mom and Dad's letters or that may cause offence - very little of that - then I will not publish them on this blog. Of course these letters were written in confidence, not for publication, and I hope you will read them in that spirit.] Ascot Hotel, Bombay Friday night 7th (or 6th? my watch is funny) My Sweetheart, The telex came not long after I posted your letter yesterday. I was more than half expecting the bloody thing, but that didn't make it any better. PJ [ Oxfam's Philip Jackson] had a whole paragraph apologising and explaining why it is important but that didn't help either. If I wasn't so sure this assignment is good for our future the way it's working out, I'd blow the thing and come home for the feel and sight and sound of you. And every day is a day of Phil's holiday I'm missing. Sometimes I really wonder about this b
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