May letter - Feb 22, 1920

Baroda Feb. 22,1920
The boat is going late this week on account of some kind of (administrative?) delay in Bombay.  There have certainly been plenty of them, others of damage caused through a collision with a Japanese steamer.  Whichever it is, it enables me to write on Sunday instead of on Thursday.  My little dog arrives today it is about a month old and at present answers to the name of "Bill Bailey".  Its mother and father are both pedigree dogs so it ought to be good.  It is a broken-haired terrier and will be an excellent watch dog.  Mrs. Strong is giving him to me.  I am dining there tonight and shall bring him home.  This is all about my doggie instead of about you!  How is your poor leg.  You did not write last week to tell me how it was.  So can only hope its is not worrying you more.  Have you realized darling that you are writing only once a fortnight instead of once a week now.  You must ask Dot to remind you every Thursday it is Thursday isn't it?, that it's mail day.  The hot weather is coming on apace.  I am beginning to be glad to have my punkah* going and before long we shall have early morning school  I have been so busy lately that I've not had time to ride or even to take enough exercise but yesterday I managed a round of golf and a good walk.  The golf links belong to the club and I have had some sticks sent me, so just get a ball and go round.  It is very enjoyable.  I shall look forward to taking Dot round the links at Cambridge when I come back.  Well, good bye darling.  Write me a nice letter every week.  Very much love family, your ever loving daughter May.

 New word for me:
*punkah a fan used especially in India that consists of a canvas-covered frame suspended from the ceiling and that is operated by a cord.  Visions of old movies in Turkey.
broken haired terrier.  Wonder what that is?

Thoughts:
I believe May's mother had died prior to 1920.  Hence, her letters addressed only to her father.
Apparently,  there was about a two week lag time between posting a letter and delivery of a letter.  So you ask a question and get an answer one month later. A little different than today's "twitter" where random and useless thoughts are communicated instantly.  I worry that today's generation has lost the value of "ponder" let alone know what it is.  Some things are better left unsaid.  ;-)

Dad/Gordon et. al.