February 27th, Saturday

Alas the house is strangely empty without my Gran. It seems so odd to find her little room empty and I do miss her so much. She leaves a horrible blank which can never be filled but Time will help to lessen our sense of loss. I have been busy settling down again and there is always much to do on one’s return. I find the mimsy Graham still here, I do wonder when she intends to take herself off. Clarke went last Wed. We are a reduced household. For some time I have not mentioned “The War”, it is I know an all absorbing topic, one thinks, dreams and speaks of nothing else but one also gets to long that it wasn’t there to wind itself round one’s very life like this. H writes every day in spite of the Blockade which we hear so much about.

February 28th, Sunday
Maby (the governess) has gone to Town for the weekend so I am very much enjoying my 2 children. Being a lovely day I sit in the conservatory, Noot is writing to her Daddy, Baby painting and its all very peaceful but oh, how it all lacks dear CB, DSO. There’s one thing I must find out about that honour and that is, the companion of whose Bath is he! I heard this morning from Bill who has been offered a commission, what in I don’t know, but he mentions the 9th Division which is the Scotch one here. He sent me the most interesting memento straight from the Trench, a jam label off one of their pots, all duly signed. I was pleased. How I wish I could get more of such things, I simply treasure this. He also told me a neat little story, called “The Ladies”: Our Arms their Defence, Their arms our recompense. To Arms!
He seems very well and cheery and is going to the Cadet School at ? for a course. Charlie is home ill with very bad flu and the after-effects of concussion caused by a shell bursting just behind his dug out. He is in hospital in London and I am hoping to go and see him one day next week. He is in a very weak state I hear poor chap. I heard from Walter yesterday through Leila, he had just got my letter about our old darling and was very upset, he is in a very mediocre state of health, his heart is playing him tricks and I don’t think it looks like improving. I feel so sorry.

Charles is a reference to her old flame, Charles Maclean, and Walter is a reference to Wynne’s uncle in Munich – and to the “postman” in Switzerland who passes on letters for them both – see January 1915 – but as you can see below, postal services continued into Germany for Prisoners of War. This envelope, notes Wynne, had been to Torgau and Burg and was then returned as her friend, Philip Lyster, had been moved to Magdeburg. Philip was captured in 1914 – one of the earliest prisoners.