18 September 1922

6 Pond Street, Hampstead, London

The weather is absolutely grey here, every day not a spot of blue sky. ln fact the sky is like a big enamel pail. People don't seem to mind, though. I don't think they even notice.
Did I tell you Im having my first treatment tomorrow? I hope I shall get off with 8.
Ask for anything you want done, or sent. And tell me about your health, won't you? Did you see the perfectly lovely sketch of Johnnie Keats in Sundays Observer?
Ever, darling
Wig. [To J. M. Murry, 23 September 1922.]