10 November 1953
Dearest Mamma,
I get many, many, wonderful letters from you.
I went to London on Friday and met Daddy. His plane was 1 and 1/2 hours early, so I
was late. We came here to Cambridge, and rested until six, when we went to Alfred Tissieres
room in King's and had a sherry party. I gave it. Invited all the MRC people (Max Perutz, John
Kendrew) the Braggs, my tutor, Mr. Pringle, some undergraduates, including Prince Mukarra Jah
whom you will meet I suspect in Hyderabad">. We all drank a lot. Then we went to the
Rothschild's and had dinner. It was very nice. I talked too much. Very bad. I try hard not to,
but had too much to drink.
On Saturday, we came to the lab and Daddy talked. We went to lunch at the Braggs.
Patience and Margaret were there. Then, since I had arranged to borrow a car from Victor, we
went to Merton Hall. Victor gave us the Bentley and Wally to drive it. So we drove to the
airport and I put Daddy on the plane. I do not think it was too tiring for him. I was extremely
pleased to see him.
I am working a little. No girls. I have concluded you and Daddy are trying to get me
married. Hmmm. No prospects I guess. Don't know well enough what I want. I shall let you
know when I want to.
Daddy and I were very pleased to get your letter. Darn the sewer people. I could have
found the cesspool without touching the garden. I guess too late now.
I must write Linda. And Crellin. And Jack. Etc.
Much love,
Peter