Heres the next instalment of my Excellent Grandmothers letters to her mother, sent out from Sri Lanka (then Ceylon) in 1900. (Please do not hold them versus me!).
I am getting on really well with my cycling, although we have only been on extremely little flights at present as it does not get cool till half previous 5 and it is dark right after six recently. When the weather condition is cooler and we can go out previously, we shall be able to go down to the sea. It is just about half an hours ride.
The mill works has been going on very sufficiently lately, recently they broke the record in the amount done, and the reports from London have actually been great too.
We shant get our mail till this evening.
I hope you went down to Seasalter * a great lot of times when you were at Fairbank. Ive got some camphor water which I imbibe if I get too bad and of course we always have Chlorodyne **.
Your extremely caring daughter,.
My dearest Mother,.
I hope you returned from Kate nice and fat. I wish you could come here for a time and lead the lazy life I do, however I dont believe you would like the heat, even with absolutely nothing to do, it would pall after a time. I do so pine to use a woolly frock again, I do get so fed up with long lasting cotton things. I am having a fight with the dhoby recently, he will make my frocks so frightfully stiff, my skirts resemble crinolines and my blouses like cardboard. I discussed it a few weeks ago and they were much better for a time, however he has gradually got them stiff again. I suppose he thinks it is appropriate but it makes them so frightfully hot. I am hectic making a biking skirt. I have altered my dark blue gingham into one and for this one I have bought some holland. I got it really inexpensive as the shop is offering it off. It was just 45 cents a backyard, that has to do with 6 1/2 cent. It is rather a loose one so I expect will shrink a bargain but I am going to enable that.
It is breakfast time and George is starving so I need to end.
Lots of love and kisses to everyone.
* Village on the north coast of Kent.
I do hope the bottle of monsters has come by this time and not smashed up.
Individuals at the mill are so idiotic, they are always quarrelling about something. They are like naughty children, just really spiteful to one another. Last night one male who had completed his work went into the mill and started worrying another man who had not completed. They finally hit each other and then some more taken part and they began throwing stones. Then George emerged and took the guy who started it outside to ask a few questions and in the middle of his talking, the guy rushed away into the mill again and began hammering away at the other person. So George sent for the head male and provided him a charge for a breach of the peace. Now he and his pals are going to bring an action against the other one for attack. This is ridiculous, they do so love going to law. If 2 guys battle, the one who gets the worst of it almost always brings a charge against his opponent or if not he gets a lot of males together and they fall upon the unfortunate male when he is alone and unprotected. George will need to go off to the court house at Marawila this afternoon to bring his charge versus the male. This guy had actually no business inside the mill at all as he is a sheller and works outside while the other male is head packer and it was just his busiest time. He is a great worker, among the very best theyve got, and if only instead of striking the man for fretting, he had actually reported him to George it would have been all right and he would have been punished. The worst of it was that a poor unfortunate stoker who had nothing to do with it got a nasty cut on the leg with a stone. George bound it up with lint and a bandage however these people have actually got the most dreadful flesh for recovery, just a common little cut usually inflates. I suppose it is due to the fact that they eat unclean dried fish and stuff. Mr Van Dort is away simply now buying nuts so George is the one to assist him in the talking. As soon as that it is most difficult to understand them unless you are extremely well up on the language, they all get so ecstatic and will talk all at. It simply reveals you what ridiculous people they are, we are constantly having little rows like that, just George typically manages to stop them from going to law.
The young puppies are growing. Mr Van Dort is going to have Ginger, he is the just one we can spare. Moses and Tuppence are so sweet and cheeky.
** a mix of chloroform, morphine, and cannabis used for upset tummies and so on
I am getting on very well with my cycling, although we have only been on really little trips at present as it does not get cool up until half past five and it is dark quickly after six just now. When the weather condition is cooler and we can get out previously, we shall be able to go down to the sea. If 2 guys fight, the one who gets the worst of it nearly always brings a charge versus his opponent or if not he gets a lot of men together and they fall upon the unfortunate guy when he is alone and unprotected. He is a very great employee, one of the best theyve got, and if just rather of striking the man for stressing, he had reported him to George it would have been all right and he would have been punished. Ive got some camphor water which I imbibe if I get too bad and of course we constantly have Chlorodyne **.
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