Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 22 JAN 1940
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme. D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks
Albert House, Colne, Lancs.
Monday
My dearest Ronald,
I am so glad you seem to be getting better my lambkin, and hope that today you are feeling wonderful. If your letter today had been the letter of a poor weak invalid I was going to send you a luscious bunch of grapes to sooth your aching throat, but as you seem much better, I am saving my money to buy you a nice silk tie to wear this weekend instead. Doesn’t your Sweetheart love you?
Well, I do hope it doesn’t turn out to be the measles after all, but surely it wont be now. Millin simply mustn’t develop them. My hat, no.
I am all over gay at the thought of seeing you so soon, and I am walking on air – just prancing about the place grinning to myself. How I love you. What a temperature you give me. If I were to have my temp taken now, I’d bust the thermometre. I’m boiling with love and adoration for you.
I had to take the Barnado box down to Mrs T.H. Hartley this afternoon, and she simply gushed all over me. You were such a nice boy. She had always had an admiration for you. You were always the same – whereupon I nearly said “Sey you” – so frank and genuine – blether, blether, blether! She thought the ring lovely. Solitaires are so nice etc, etc. She also, I gather, has known you since you were “so high”!
Honey, aren’t you sweet. It’s lovely to have so many people saying nice things about you. Kiss me – in spirit. Yumm, loofely!
Dicky Robertson’s ‘do’ could have been a lot worse – but as I expected, it lasted far too long. He has simply no idea of hours, and is oblivious of the fact that it is bad manners to expect people to stay so long. The thing started at six, and we managed to pull ourselves away at one – and heaven knows when the other folks finished. I was tired out, and fed up with it. We played one or two embarrassing games, e.g. I had to sit on Kelloway’s knee, and had never even spoke to the bloke. Did I feel an ass?!! There were a lot there, but I can’t write it all down now.
John and Daphne left today. I went down to the station with them, and the train was twenty minutes late. Well, it may have been more because I came away, I was so cold waiting. Gosh, what weather. There will be a lot of wrapping in Great Coats, and warming of hands by easy stages this weekend, I can see.
I am washing my hair after I have taken this to the post. It makes me shiver to think of it !! {drawn shakily} But I must be a nice clean girl for you. I might even have a bath some day.
Major Fell sure must be a mucky man. Disgusting. Then his wife surely can’t be there – although I thought she was. Fancy having a mucky husband like that. I shall inspect your ears and neck when I see you. No, I know you are a nice clean boy because you always smell of soap and good clean Ronnie.
What if you write to me tomorrow and tell me you’ve got measles. Oh heck. Haven’t you had them. I have, so I’m not bothered about infection. You can kiss me as much as you like. Whooppee.
Here is the ‘old girl’ so there goes my chair at the fireside. Her chair I should say. She must have the best. It’s cold out here my goodness me. She wants me to show her how to make mittens on two needles. Peace be with us. Now I shall have to work it out for her size of needles and wool, Joy!
My vest progresses – steadily. Would you like to hug me in a pale blue vest? You’d like to hug me in anything? Thank you. Now Ronnie, don’t say what you were going to say! Dialogue!
Dear boy, I think it is time I closed this scrawl, as I shall only just have time to wash my dirty locks before supper.
Now do be better for Friday, and don’t let anything come in your way, Here are the ‘units’, and you can have more here if you want Angel Boy.
All my love with kisses and cuddles and caresses,
Kay.