13th Sept 1939

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 7.30pm 13 Sep 1939
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme. D.W.R., Attatched to R.A.F. Station, Yeadon, Via Leeds

Albert House, Colne, Lancs

13^th September

My darling Ronald,

How I love you, and how happy I am now that I know you are coming to see me so soon. Oh honey, I am mad with joy; and I was feeling so flat before your letter arrived at the twelve o’clock post.

I was quite sure I would not be seeing you for a good while yet – and then oh heaven – your letter came, and ever since then I have been dashing round with a grin on my face. You have no idea what a difference it makes to my days knowing that I shall soon be seeing you.

I dreamt about you so much last night, and always you were loving me. And then when I wakened I thought how long it would be before you could love me – but now ___! God must love me still.

I haven’t had Prince out yet today, so I shall have to take him when I have finished writing to you. He is very full of beans, and waiting for a long walk, but I doubt whether it will be so long! I’m not feeling very energetic.

Daddy wants to fatten me up, so in spite of the war, I am going onto malt. I must say I would like to be a bit fatter as I am really too angular. I’m sure you would not want to be married to a clothes prop. Also my bones are apt to creak when in a clinch – yes?

Honey, I love you.

There doesn’t seem to be much news. It seems a queer sort of life these days…

We went to the Hippodrome last night: all of us except Granny and Mummy. We saw “The Shining Hour” which was good, but very far from the original story of the play. Margaret Sullivan is most attractive I think, and made Joan Crawford look very big and heavy faced. I don’t think you have seen it, have you.

It will be lovely to go to the flicks with you again, but then it will be lovely to do anything with you again. You’re a love, aren’t you?

Why do you love me? I can’t understand it yet. It’s too wonderful. Too, too wonderful!

We have just got the record “I get along without you very well.” But I don’t. I just don’t. Actually, I think it is Daphne’s record.

The news seems quite cheering. The French still seem to be advancing, and the Poles to hold their own. We’ll beat ‘em. We’ll beat ‘em! I could do it by myself. Well, with you.

I am too excited to write anymore; and I must air “Dawg Prince” who is very impatient.

Do you love me? Good, I’m so glad because I love you. Oh honey, how I love you. Kiss me. Oh blow, you can’t. In spirit?

If you are thinking I’m crazy you’re right – I’m crazy over you.

Cheeriho. And stay sweet.

All my love, and a thousand kisses, cuddles and caresses, Yours as ever, Kay.

p.s. I’m saving paper!
p.p.s. I love you.
p.p.p.s You didn’t hear? I love you.