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29 March 1940

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 29 MCH 1940
addressed Lieut.R.Helme, D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton. York.

Albert House, Colne.

30th March

My dearest Ronnie,

I sit down, “weak and exhausted” to write a letter to my prescious fiancé. Actually I am not weak and exhausted although I have been dashing round doing Granny’s shopping for her: bedroom slippers, Eno’s salts, stockings and the like. For this good deed I have earned two shillings! I thought she must have mistaken the florin for a penny – but evidentally she knew what she was doing. She goes to Harrogate tomorrow, and Dad and Mum are taking her in the car.

I have still got a lump in my throat, but somehow I have a great deal of faith and hope which will help me along till your return. I am longing to hear from you and am hoping you will phone tonight. Three minutes hearing your voice means more to me than a week’s holiday (unless you were with me of course!)

Little Sunni has just decided to use my foot a pillow. Seven o’clock strikes, and three days ago when seven o’clock struck you were with me. Oh dear, I do love you, and I am just living for “the day”. I think we will be married on the 28th of Something because we met on a 28th, and to me it seems a very good lucky date even though you did go back on the 28th this time.

I enjoyed the picture very much last night, but I kept wishing that you were there to keep my hand warm, and that kept me from concentrating on the flick. I went in to your house for a little after, and had a drink of milk. (Baby!)

Just two more days of nothing to do. I will be working 8 ½ hours a day which isn’t really bad, is it?

I had two poems sent back today, but under the rejection note the editor put “Send me some more.” So that sounds no so bad. If my beautiful short story comes back from “Lilliput” I shall weep salt tears. This reminds me I forgot to give you those blasted poems again. I’ll send them on. I would send them tonight, but I have to send Uncle Carswell’s birthday present off yet. It’s only a calendar, but it’s rather a snappy one with a rhyme about his pet hobby, fishing. I bought it in St Andrews in Summer, but it is a 1940 calendar.

It seems a long time since then beloved, so much has happened. Some day I shall embroider a cute little map of our bit of Fife and we’ll have it hung in the dining room or the hall.

…Pause to do parcel, and like an ass I have missed the parcel post. I was thinking it was 7.30. Maybe it will go through the letter box.

I have just discovered an error. You went back on the 27th, not 28th. I’m an ass.

Moué and Marj are charging round making arrangements and hunting out evening frocks to go to the Parker’s dance in the Tower Ballroom. Neil Hartley suddenly had a great desire to go this afternoon when Marj went in to the shop, and so they have gathered up some sort of a party. Been out to the highway and byways sort of thing. Of course old Huxam is going. What a creature he is. You should have seen him fingering the cherry cake today when he was cutting it. Needless to say, he took a mighty chunk. What a critical creature I am. We have very rudely christened him – alas, you will be disgusted – Nose Grub. His initials are K.G. which gave us the idea: Knose Grub. We are Very Very  Rude!

I was just saying to Moué, there’s that thing at every meal every day – someone we don’t care a dot for. And you whom I think the world about, have to be away. The way of life I suppose. But soon you will be mine for ever and ever and ever my darling.

James wrote to Ma today, and has a week’s leave from tomorrow. He is going to Aberdeen, but will call on his return. He asked for you again. He also asked about Sunni. He was very fond of him, and used my name “Pau” for him! I wish things were as they were. You and James back in your own places. This chap – ooch! I am glad I’m not going to this dance.

Darling it has gone a quarter to eight. I must away. Remember I am thinking of you all the time, and loving you more with every breath. I keep remembering little bits of the weekend. All my love dearest, Kay

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