20th Dec 1939

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 20 DEC 1939 and MALTON YORKSHIRE 21 DEC 1939
addressed to Lieut. R.Helme, Church House, Norton, Malton, Yorks and Readdressed 34 Albert Road, Colne, Lanc.

Albert House, Colne, Lancs.

Tuesday.

My dearest Ronnie,

I am worried about you as I have not heard from you since Saturday but I suppose you are all right. I expect you are just busy, but with having heard from you so regularly, it makes me worry a bit when you miss a day or two.

I am still longing for Thursday, and it is very nearly here. Oh dear, I hope nothing happens to prevent you from coming. Why should it after all. Angel Boy, I am longing to caress you, and today some how I could cry for want of you.

I met Raymond Swire and Beryl today in the town, and they gave me their best wishes, and asked me to give you their congratulations. I also had a letter from Mrs Macauley yesterday evening. I will show you these letters when you come home.

I am very tired and I’m determined to go to bed early tonight – really early. It is a good night to go early as we have high tea as you know. Yes, I’ll have a nice hot bath, and retire to my bed.

What time do you expect to arrive on Thursday? You will probably tell me in your letter tomorrow – providing there is one. And if there isn’t my pet, I shall go into a decline – a real nineteenth century decline, and it will take me a week to recover, and that’ll spoil everything!

Oh how I long for a sight of you.

I have decided to knit you some thick socks – really thick ones, as I have found a good pattern for two needle socks which solves the problem. I hope they wont be too thick, but they should be useful for under your boots – or your big wellington boots.

Mum and I are cleaning out the Club tomorrow, and it certainly needs it. Everything is lying about as usual, only more so. And I must have it tidy for my big fat Ronald.

This morning I washed Sunni, and he is looking and smelling very beautiful. I shall have to leave Prince till Saturday morning because he will only get black again otherwise. He really is a confounded pest.  I’ll sell him to you – for thirty five pounds as a special favour. Oh yes?

Honey, the miniature is ready, and if you don’t like it this time, I shall certainly shoot you. Well at least, I shall refuse to kiss you for a whole week – well, a day. No, maybe five minutes. But I think you will like it, as it is the photo you like. Mrs Podmore said, “My very best wishes to both of you –“ all of a sudden like. The best wishes are fairly pouring in. I wish you were here to support me; but you soon will be.

I am very cold as I’m sitting far away from the fire. I think I am about to freeze.

There goes the tea bell. My beloved fish and chips.

Darling, I love you, more than anyone or anything – so hurry home.

Kisses, cuddles and caresses,

Kathleen.