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15th Jan 1940

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 15 JAN 1940
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks.

ALBERT HOUSE. COLNE. LANCS. TEL.NO.282

15th January.

My dearest Sausage,

Many many thanks for your phone call this morning – and of course, for the one I missed yesterday afternoon. You are, as I have said before, the dearest and most thoughtful fiancé.

I am sorry if I sounded dozy this morning, but I had just wakened up, and it takes me at least ten minutes to waken properly.  When Mum said she thought it was you, I started to worry and wonder whether you had been called away suddenly or something equally grim. Was I relieved?! Honey, you are Sweet, and your voice sounded as nice as ever.

I am glad your cold is not so bad now, and I do do beseech you to blow your nose and not to sniff, as this is very bad for you, and may cause sinus trouble. Get paper hankies and blow.

Talking of blowing I went with John to Mr Fould’s this morning and bought a dozen white hankies for you. I got them at half price as they are slightly flawed, but they are quite nice. I’ve washed, and am going to mark them. Shall I send them on or wait till you come home? It’s all the same to me. Shall I send your mittens on?

Marjory is calling your Mother very clever. She went in the other day to buy a frock but your Mother had nothing suitable but said she’d look for something in Manchester today. She brought just one back, and it is just what Marj. wanted.

Pardon pencil, but the ink is in the surgery… John and Daphne are playing ping pong, so once more, I am writing on my knee, and the balls are blipping over me every now and again.

My cheeks are burning at the minute, and I think they must be getting chapped with being out in the cold wind. I took Prince out as usual this afternoon and walked on the canal bank. The side on the tow path is frozen and the other side is not which looks rather queer.

The frost is thawing now. The ice on the reservoir was lovely yesterday, and there were hundreds of people skating and sliding there in the afternoon. Moué and Marj were skating, and I walked down with them. I watched for a bit, and then Dad and Granny arrived in the car. I went with them up to the White Moor reservoir and we spoke to the game keeper – George Carr Rushworth, and Prince played with their two Retrievers. The gamekeeper says he will take Prince in the spring when the young grouse are ready – whatever that means!

Did I tell you Prince is on a tonic now? It has calcium and various vitamins in it. Mr Rankin says he must have lost two or three pounds, but I don’t think he is looking too bad. He is getting milk twice a day which should do him good. He sends his love, and says he hopes you will soon be home as his mistress is missing you very much.

Poor Katie is very upset today as her boy has gone up to Cumberland today. He has joined the Border Regiment – stationed in Carlisle. Poor girl has been on the verge of tears all day. I can sympathise, but she will get used to it to an extent. It’s surprising what we can put up with when we have to. I amaze myself.

The air raid sirens went off this morning as John and I were coming back from Fould’s mill, but no one bothered, and they didn’t last for long.

I am longing to know definitely which weekend you will be home. I would be heavenly to see you this weekend – and yet, when it is over, it would e lovely to feel you were still to come home. Besides I would like very much to go with you to the Rotary dance. Do you now, I have never been to the Imperial. Angel Boy, when ever you come home it will be wonderful, and I am living to see you again. Your ring still sparkles most beautifuly – a symbol of your great love for me – a constant reminder of your dearness to me, beloved boy.

Oh dear, I want a date at the thought of seeing you again – I shall never forget waiting and waiting and longing to see you at Arkham Bryan,  and how I kept imagining you coming up the drive in Millin’s wee green car. And then when you really did come up the drive and my wishes had come true. I felt too wonderfully happy. Oh I shall never forget the feeling.

Sweetheart I do love you, and long to feel your nice moustache tickling my neck.

Kisses, cuddles and caresses, Kay. X

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