Postmarked COLNE LANCS 7.30pm 14 Sep 39
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., Attatched to R.A.F. Station, Yeadon, Via Leeds
Albert House, Colne, Lancs.
14th September
My dearest Ronald,
You are a smell for being so vague in your last letter. Moué is looking over my shoulder so I can’t tell you how much I adore you! {Moué in pencil} Kay is a big stink – yes?- you bet this will not go on all the time (my looking over her shoulder!) I think I shall tell her to scram, as she is being rude about my writing, and it isn’t what you might call private! {illustration}
This is me!
You ->
{illustration} Little boy Blue come blow your horn! So long. I’m off – that’s tea {illustration} 
So I must go too. 
{illustration}
After tea. Now dear, perhaps I shall be able to get some peace. As I was saying, your letter was rather vague, but I am still expecting you here on Saturday, and shant be writing tomorrow. I am amazed, and of course, very pleased to hear that you will probably be back in Barlick soon. It hardly seemed worth your while going to Yeadon.
I suppose the tale about Geoff. going to France was rather daft, but that’s what I heard; and I thought as Mac was in the same digs with him that he would know. As for Asborne, well I don’t know anything about that.
Fancy me forgetting to tell you where Males has gone. He’s gone to Middlesex somewhere to be an R.A.F. fitter. He went at very short notice. They had had his name for quite a while, and then they sent for him one night and he was to report the following evening. Marj has not enjoyed her chauffeuring a bit today as Daddy has been somewhat difficult to please, and she said she just went worse and worse. I must say, I wouldn’t like her job – in spite of the fact I’d be paid for it!
I was down at Miss Goth’s this morning to see about having that old green costume camouflaged (I wore it first in early courtship.) I am having it modernized as I shant be able to spend so much on clothes now! Not that I ever spent very much of course. I shall have to wear my same old winter coat, though I am hoping for a new hat! Dear, dear, I must think I am writing to one of my girl friends – gabbing on about clothes!
I have just been asked to go with Granny, John and Daphne on to the moor; but I asked if I might finish my letter first.
Do you love me as much as I love you? Button, you couldn’t. Actually, I am longing to see you to make sure that you still do love me a lot. My whole life depends upon you. You can make me happy or sad. For instance, yesterday after your letter of good tidings, I was so happy I thought I was going to burst. Today, I am still happy because Saturday is still ahead – although you did say something about going someplace at a moments notice. But I have chosen to more or less ignore it, and prepare for your visit.
I haven’t seen anything of your Ma since you left. Some how I don’t think she likes me just now. Or perhaps she just thinks I’m daft. But I dare say I’m imagining it. In fact I’m sure I am. Skip it – absolutely.
Although this writing is no worse than usual, I am writing with a pen with a nib that is almost crossed. It is a fountain pen, but doesn’t fill.
You haven’t told me anymore about your spy, but I expect you will tell me when you see me. I’m expecting you to tell me a lot when you see me, as you haven’t really been telling me much in your letters. Not one single sentence of three words. Fancy me having to keep you up to scratch! Changed days – what?
The maids have been busy all day cleaning out the “Polish Corridor”, though I haven’t been down to see the result yet. It will be queer sitting down there in an airrade – in amongst the poles and the coke. Still, I hope there won’t be an airrade – if I can keep it from Hitler that I am here. Actually, honey bunch, when he knows you’re not here he’ll just pass it over.
Don’t forget to give me back my little picture of the Helme back view. Isn’t it the cutest thing? I wish I had a really, really decent photo of you. Not one of the ones I have does you justice. I must see Mr Foulds about that neg. and see if it can be put together and printed because we do look rather sweet on it. You know, I think we make a very nice couple. Adéle thinks so. We just even each other up she says. Mentally and otherwise!
Well my pet boy, I must away to the post and then to the moor.
Goodnight belovéd. I’ll be seeing you – I’m sure. All my love and cuddles, Kathleen