Postmarked illegible YORK
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme., A Coy 1/6th D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks
The Institute of Agriculture, Askham Bryan, Nr. York
Monday.
My darling Ronnie,
Your letter has filled my inside with sewing machines, and I have been wanting to burst forth into song all the morning. Even my lunch hasn’t settled me down. I am so thrilled and wish to goodness it was Friday instead of Monday.
It’s a beautiful day, and even if it were raining, I would think it a beautiful day because I am so happy.
I have been digging up a garden-bed the part of this morning, and we are having to do it scientifically as the horticulture chappy is supervising it. I don’t feel any the worse for it, but I suppose I should if we’d done much more.
I washed my hair last night and it is looking rather frightful. Infact, I warn you, I am not looking very beautiful at all. My face seems to have regained it’s summer freckles. Still, it’s my personality, isn’t it ??!
The concert is tonight, and I am looking forward to it in a mild sort of way. But I am so excited about seeing you that I am not finding time to bother particularly about anything else; not even a test on Wednesday. I don’t expect it will be very grim.
It’s doubtful whether I shall ever get a job on a farm, as there is talk of demolishing the whole scheme. It is being discussed in Parliament. Farm labourers are being kept back – farmers prefer men – and even the farmers wives seem to. So I don’t think you’ll have to bother about me working hard angel. I’m not really sorry as I do feel I’ve offered my services, and the training has done me good. It’s taken the cobwebs out of my brain if nothing else.
It will soon be tonight, and then it will soon be tomorrow, and then it will soon be Saturday. Come as early as you can love – and we’ll have lunch at our house? If I could get off Friday it wouldn’t be till about six, and then it would be dark, and it would be terrible in the black out. Better Sat. Darling I love you, Yours, Kay.