47 Glencairn Ave.
Wednesday, the 26th [Sept. 1956]
Here I am at the table, having finished the breakfast dishes without damaging a cup or glass. Your mother is doing a bit of washing the left-overs from yesterday.
We were so glad to get a phone message from you Monday evening and possibly tonight we shall be hearing from you again. It is grand to hear your voice.
Ruth and your mother went to the Royal Alex last night to see Romeo & Juliet with the Little Vic Players. They heard every word though they were in the gods. The acoustics of the theatre are perfect. I stayed home and who should come in but Margaret. She had a thousand snaps (more or less) which, when the hour (one whole hour) was finished, had me on the floor just slumped with inertia. It was a matter of 'Oh but you should see this one this rock was as slippery as glass we fell off it and got soaked,' and so on and so on and so on. By George it was an awful evening. I sneezed all the way through with a real hayfever. This prolonged the exhibit. I don't want to see another snap whether of a lake or of an elephant with a camel's neck and a rat's tail. However, she's a nice kid.
This is just a note. I shall write you again soon (as soon as I get over the photographic agony).
My love to dear Shirley.
Little Vic Players
in the gods