July 23rd, 1941
I am sorry to say that the cake was absolutely impossible...mouldy through and through. Not even the raisins were good! I am sorry. I guess you had better pack them in tins again. I am still here. My arm is much worse and I am afraid I am going to have an operation on it. I also fell down in the canteen the other day and sprained my weak ankle. It was sore for a while and still is. My luck seems to have deserted me for a while. I will tell you another story about Lady Astor in my next letter. Write soon...
Love to you all,