MN comes back up to London…
At last I got desperate at finding I was making no progress towards health, but apparently was coughing myself into my grave, so I wrote to London to Mr. Howard Barrett, the doctor who had sent me away, and told him I had decided that I was for “a short life and a merry one”, that I did not care if I did die, anything was better than the life at Bournemouth, and that better a month of work in London than twenty years in a bath chair, pine trees, sea and all thrown in. ….That life has been often a very “merry one” but is has not been short and I came back to what proved to be the beginning of many happy years of health and work.
Comments
The archive is still being added to. Please feel free to comment if there's something you'd like to observe or add.