Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 30 NOV 1939
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme. D.W.R., The Goathland Hotel, Goathland. Yorks
ALBERT HOUSE. COLNE. LANCS. TEL.NO.282
Thursday
My darling Ronnie,
Here I am, lonely and unloved! Alone with a lot of empty chairs, alone with my thoughts. I am not Kathleen but Marion – as I chose to spell it, Marean, the dramatic self pitying one.
Actually, I am just Kay because I am guzzling sweets and looking forward to a nice quiet read by the fire. Marjory has gone down to Mr Fould’s to have a demonstration on tire changing or some such, and Moué is going to see “2 Planes” at the Savoy with Irene Swire. Granny is in her room T.G. and Mum is fluttering about down stairs.
Mollie Townsley has been here for tea and has just departed. She has been doing nursing (I don’t mean Auxilary) at Burnley Victoria for a month and seems to be liking it. Her job finished with the war started, and as her mother wanted her near home, she decided to do nursing – as she didn’t like just doing nothing. I shall be seeing her again soon I expect. It was her day off today. She also has one afternoon off a week, and three hours every day. Not so bad – what?
Of course, I should really have started this letter by saying “How are you Angel?” Well, how are you? I hope you haven’t gassed yourself or anything stupid. I’m expecting to see your hand writing in two letters tomorrow.
Oh dear, it’s a very black night, and I shall have to feel my way down to the post with this. That shows how much I love you. Nothing else would take me out in the black black world.
Think of the evenings when I used to be forever popping down to the post. For a while every one wondered at my readiness to post their letters. Then they realized that I was always accidentally bumping in to you.
Darling, I have just heard – I have just heard from Mum that there was a letter from you to Dad by the afternoon post. Angel boy, my heart leaps. I was with Mollie when it arrived. Oh dear, I’ve got pains in my head. I’m so excited. He’s just come out of the surgery. I wonder if he’s put a letter on the hall table. I’m going to be sick, I’m really going to be sick. No I’m not going to be sick, it’s something else!
Honey, I adore you. And I’m so glad you’ve taken your courage in both hands. Now I shall have to take mine in both hands because I am sure to shake like a leaf when he says something to me as he’s sure to.
If his letter isn’t too gushing please take it with a pinch of salt – a big one. He never is gushing. Oh dear, if he’s decided to say no – just to be difficult! I shall tear my hair.
I can’t write any more. I’ve got the dithers. But darling, I love you whatever – and I’m going to marry you. Kisses, cuddles caresses, Kathleen