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Dear Mum – I forgot to mention last time that it was not a white Christmas after all this year, but the New Year came in with a good fall of snow and now we plough through it everywhere. Didn’t tell you about our home-made Christmas cakes, either. I suppose a top-notch cook like you would have been horrified at the condiments and the baking thereof, but the result was really surprisingly good; anyway, there were no complaints and no remnants. By the way, I have a book to recommend to you – read “My Old Man”, by Damon Runyon; I think you’d like it. Haven’t had any mail for a while, but am living in hopes. The time is slipping past at quite a rate, as I am plugging away at the old French, German, and Danish with journalism as a sideline. The result is now that though all day and every day is free, I still don’t seem to have any spare time! Curious, but there it is. There’s a skating rink under construction so I may soon be repeating some of my exploits of last winter. Meantime, don’t fret over my welfare, because one contrives to get along very well. And that’s about all for this time, so here’s love (and birthday greetings, better late than never) from Arnold G.