I received a letter from Elizabeth this morning. I had hoped it would contain news of her recovery. However the contents were most peculiar, combining eastern mysticism with a tersely worded request to send woollen socks and Vicks chest-rub. I cannot imagine what use she will find for such items in Delhi but it seems a harmless request. I suppose that even in the tropics one can catch a chill; Elizabeth has always been very delicate.
12th January 1948
