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24th Sept 1939

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 715pm 24 SEP 1939
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme. D.W.R., Attatched to R.A.F. Station, Yeadon, Via Leeds

Albert House, Colne, Lancashire.

24th Septr. 1939

My dearest Ronald,

Mother has insisted upon me using this bit of paper which she has addressed. It looks a mess, but I must needs do as I’m told.

I’m expecting this to reach you in Yeadon tomorrow, Monday, and I am praying that I shall have a letter from you. You have really done very well with letters this last week, but I suppose you will find less time at Yeadon. Please let me know how often I’ve to write you. Not every day, I guess.

Hadn’t you better just tear my last letter up? There isn’t really much about them anyway; and I’m going to write many more hundreds to you yet honey. Well anyway, a good number, because you’ll always have to leave me at home at least one fortnight in every year – to go to camp.

I think I saw the Ogden children when I was out this morning. They were just going in to the park. I wonder how they feel with their father away so long.

I went to see “The Drum” for the third time last night. I was going to stay in; and Moué Mum and Granny were going. But at the last minute the old girl started hemming and hawing and decided not to go. So Mum then wouldn’t go. Moué had been looking forward to it so much that I said I’d go. I didn’t really mind seeing it again, and Moué’s pleasure and gratitude were ample reward. Dear, dear.

This house continues to be too full, but I suppose we can’t do anything about it yet. Granny is certainly here for the duration – becoming ever more martered. She takes a delight in telling everyone how she was going to Harrogate but the hotels are taken over – etc, etc. Actually she had more or less decided not to go before that happened. Still, it makes a good tale!

The front bell has just gone, and it seems like the voice of one of the residents of Lower Emmott. I hope to goodness they stay out of here (drawing room) I just don’t feel like talking to them these days – though John has mentioned having them down to supper. I told Mum I would go out, which didn’t suit her.

I’m going up to Molly Fould’s for tea tomorrow. At least she is genuine, and I can have a good ‘omely chat with her. I don’t have to mind my P’s and Q’s.

Well Angel, your khaki sock is growing, but I really must say it is not half as nice as it should be. The wool – the only stuff I could get, is not very good quality and apt to split, but they should keep you warm. I hope you’ll pardon a few mistakes. As long as I don’t make the foot all lumps and bumps! I’ve never done socks before, and I find it quite intriguing.

Mrs Brimfield has heard a tale through Walter Clegg that you have captured a man posing as an officer. She asked me if it was true, and I assured her it wasn’t. What silly things people concoct! Another very strong rumour is that Mr Haardt is a German spy – and has been her all these years just finding things out. They have ‘proof’ and goodness knows what. Mrs Riddiough is one of the believers and chief spreders. It has probably the same value as her information to Marjory the day before we declared war, that the Germans had ceased firing! Mum is very annoyed that people should be so faithless; and we just don’t believe it at all. Granny dared to be suspicious and we squashed her completely.

I’ve a feeling it’s your Mother’s birthday sometime around now. Or has it past. You might oblige me by letting me know. Though I doubt whether you will!

This letter becomes too long I fear. I am still very lonely, and very much in love with you – so let me see your dear self soonish.

All my love, yours ever, Kay.

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