Postmark obscured. Addressed to Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., attatched to R.A.F. Depot, Yeadon, Leeds
Albert House, Colne, Lancs.
11 September
My Precious Boy,
It is a year since you left Colne, and it will be a thousand years before you come back to see me. I never imagined that love could be so completely devastating or that partings could be such agony. Oh well, I can take it; and I can still sing in the bathroom and in the lavatory.
This photo taken from the papers yesterday, is so adorably like you that I am sending it on to you – just to look at, as it is so cute I am going to keep it. It was Mum who saw it first. Isn’t it just your back view; the shape of the head, the backside even the way he is standing. And it seems he is doing nothing while the others busy themselves! But really, that isn’t you. You are not as lazy as you often pretend to be – Oh never did I see a posterior so like yours!
Today has past slowly and without excitement. I took Prince out for a good walk this afternoon, and kept mainly to the fields. He had a whale of a time; and I think that walks like that every day will soon correct his elbows. It is galloping in the grass he needs. Not that there will be any shows for a while – but he’s young enough yet. There were some heavy showers during the walk, and I arrived home looking far from glamourous with my hairnet sticking out at the back of my head.
The others spent the afternoon cleaning out the garages. I think you know that Males(*) went on Friday, and that Marjory is now the chauffeur – on Males’ wage – except that she pays her own insurance. Not so bad – but she’s got to dress on it! Too bad that I can’t drive, isn’t it? But I’d want to be very good before I took Daddy out!
I think you had better hire a plane and come over to spend the evening with me as I am feeling somewhat flat. Still, I expect I’ll be O.K. Thank goodness the flicks have reopened. I may go tomorrow.
It is a beautiful evening, and a very suitable one for a trip on Pinnah. Do you remember ye olde days when we used to zoom up in the wee Austin? Oh for those good old days. If only we could pick out the lovely days and live them all over again – one after another.
Today I went for a short snooze after lunch, and I started pretending, and went to sleep in the middle of it. I was resting as I normally do, before a dance, and I was thinking of all the lovely things that would happen. I keep putting on “The Way You Look Tonight” and it brings a lump to my throat; and yet I like it, because when I close my eyes, I can see you looking big and teddybearish in your tails. And there I am in my red frock looking no end of a wow with my short hair. I can hear you humming in my ear, and feel that old feeling – a sort of fuzzy feeling in my head. Can I ever forget those days? No I shall not. I shall remember them to the end of my days, and never cease to marvel at your love for me. Love at first sight – a gawky schoolgirl. Oh darling, I’m so glad you love me. I don’t know what I’d do without it – although you are forever rubbing it in to me that we don’t get on. I guess I’m just a bit quarrelsome. It’s a dreadful thing. Oh dear, you poor soul having me on your hands.
Well Angel, I hope you are enjoying yourself. Don’t be too merry ‘cause here’s little me all over pathetic and forlorn. Colne just isn’t the same when you’re away. Let this war finish before you have to go any farther away from me – as I feel like a fish out of water without you.
I shall wash my frock with the buttons down the middle just in case you can come over and see me.
Margaret Riddough told Marjory this morning that she had heard Geof. Kidson was going to France. Surely he won’t be going yet? Such silly rumours get about. But I suppose it might be true. He has evidently a marriage licence all ready anyway. What a life!
The last post here is now at half past seven instead of eight – so I shall have to buck my stumps. I hope you will be able to find time to read this. I suppose you have to get up fairly early in the morning where you are? Please write and tell me all about it. I like to have some idea what you are doing – so as I can think of you doing this and that.
Please give my love to yourself – all of it. Kisses, cuddles and caresses, Kay