Susanna and Miss Key arrived from Murree by the early morning train and brought with them the wonderful news of:
P E A C E A T L A S T !
and this GREATEST WAR is over.
We are so accustomed to war in this fifth year that we can hardly believe the news.
Meantime I have been more or less forgiven and am to have command of a new Brigade at Agra – but I do not believe now that the war is over that they will ever want any new Brigades. Susanna and Miss Key are staying with the Bomfords and we go over there also in a few days.
We celebrated Peace at the Club with a Champagne dinner party with the Rennies.
Motor car to Murree took us 2 hours 10 minutes, arriving 11.30. Delightful to see Susanna again, not changed, but grown.
Weather fine but very cold after hail. After Miss Key and Susanna to Murree and Daisie and I walked to Doonga by the long main road, arriving in time for tea.
Walked back to Murree after breakfast and then lunch with the Griffiths.
And so our Cherat trip is over and I am not sorry. I certainly thank God that He brought us here for those 15 days, when my boils were about to spring on me – I should have died down below. I am still very sick and get little sleep at night, but I suppose things are improving. In Murree I am to be injected with some sort of anti-boil stuff. We leave here to-morrow 7 a.m. spend the day packing and perspiring in Peshawar, leave by the night mail, arrive Pindi 6 a.m. arriving by motor in Murree at 9 a.m. if all goes well.
Only a month more and we hope to be getting some fresh air in Murree. It is interesting running the Soldiers’ Home and issuing meat pies and ice-creams to soldiers and it is interesting too to learn the tricks and profits of contractors. The profits are enormous and must run to quite £500 a year! I make a quantity of lemonade that costs Rs 2/- and sells at Rs. 8/-, luckily, in my case, all the money goes back to the men. I do not try to make profit but it just tumbles into my lap! I have 4 private soldiers, 2 barmen, 1 Games and 1 Billiard man, and about 10 native servants. We get up Whist Drives, Dances (ye Gods! temperature of 118º in the shade!), Lantern Lectures, Concerts, Billiard Tournaments. The men steal all the papers, knives, forks and spoons. One in 10 does, the others are as honest as the day.
Note: Rs = Rupees
£500 in 1917 is worth approximately £39,800 in 2017 values. See here for more info.
Daisie took Rose and Susanna to Murree and the bungalow is very empty – lots of work and the Soldiers’ Home keeps me busy. There is no chaplain, so I have to run it through the summer and have been busy getting a Committee together.