Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 3 APR 1940
addressed Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks
Albert House, Colne.
3rd April
My dearest Ronnie,
Here I am home for lunch, and it is only eleven o’clock now. I usually get in about quarter past, but thanks to the two boys who have fairly speeded today, I left Hatfields at twenty to eleven. I think they are both liking me. Long may it last, as it makes a terrific difference. I shall be later home tonight, as it’s weighing night. Dear, dear, I aint half working. I shall probably have Sunday afternoon off this week. I’m hoping for it every three weeks.
Beloved, after all that blether about work, it was lovely to hear your voice last night. I was so pleased you phoned me, and it made a lovely nightcap. Left a good taste in my mouth. I do love you, and wish I had more chance of showing you just how much. But someday, my treasure may it be soon. You are a prescious creature, and please take very, very good care of yourself so that you will be just the same dear Ronnie when you come home again.
Your Mother phoned Mum just before I came home, and she wanted to know if you were being moved as she hasn’t heard from you this week. Mum told her all she knew and said I would phone when I arrived home. I haven’t done yet, but shall when I have finished this.
To think that you were still here a week today. Heavens, it seems an eternity. Really it feels ever so much longer ago that a wee. Prescious, may it soon be over – all this saying goodbye. I am longing for the day when there will be nothing to worry about. At least, nothing that makes you ache inside. I feel like that all the time when you’re away. Still, it will be over in September!
Jack Payne is on the wireless for half an hour. Quite good so far. I am all alone. Wont you come and sit with me? In spirit.
Gosh, I am looking forward tonight. Though it seems miles away. It’s just a case of work and bed. Same with you darling, so I mustn’t grumble. I just have to think how hard you are working, and then it makes me feel I am having an easy time.
All this because of Hitler and his Gang. I wish them Hell.
Young Hatfield was asking about you the other day. Referred to you as Ronnie too. He also spoke of “Michael Ogden” as if he were a bosom pal! He is a queer cove, Joe! I believe he has a fearful temper and throws things. He had better not try that with me. I’m afraid I wouldn’t appreciate it. Still, I think he’ll control himself. He knows Tom Parsons, Ray Swire, and Cecil Foster. He evidentally went to the Isle of Man with them once or twice in the past.
Well darling, I must go and ‘phone your Mother. Firstly, let me tell you I simply adore and worship you, and never forget that for a minute, a second. I am simply living for you and want you a thousand times more than I imagined it possible.
All my love dearest, Kathleen