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1940

9th Jan 1940

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 4PM 9 JAN 1940
addressed Lieut. R. Helme, 1/6th The D.W.R., The Army School of Hygiene, Keogh Barracks, Mytchett, Nr Aldershot. Hants.

ALBERT HOUSE. COLNE. LANCS. TEL.NO.282

9th Jan. Tues.

My darling Ronnie,

Your letter arrived this morning – so it has taken two days to get here. What a postal service. I can’t see why letters should take longer because there is a war on.

Anyway Sweet boy, it was lovely to get your letter this morning, and the note paper is very posh. I like the colour scheme very much, don’t you? As I see the letter was posted about eight, you must have left for this ‘ere Mitchett place fairly late on.

I am having a rather mouldy time just now. With Jenny being away for a few days, I am having plenty of housework to do. This morning I did some washing and as I hadn’t washed anything last week there was a good deal to do. I have still the hound to take out, so I had better do it soon. It is now a quarter to three. I want to post this by four, so as you will be more likely to receive it tomorrow.

I heard from Joyce Holber this morning. She was sending felicitations etc. A gushy letter, and as she has a new nephew and her other sister with one on the way, she is clucking like an old motherly hen!

Oh dear, there just isn’t any news. I am just living in a narrow groove, and I am simply not doing anything worth writing about.

I am going to this dance on Friday, but I’m not looking forward to it with any glee at all. Now if you were to be here for it, I should be getting excited already, but as no one else in the world but you is worth going to a dance with, I have a feeling I shall be bored.

It is lovely going to dances with you. Everyone can see how much we love each other, and how nice we look together. I am so proud of you in your uniform, and so many people said how nice you looked at that dance. I have quite come to the conclusion that you are the best looking and most Militrary of all the boys in your crowd that I have met. But don’t let this make you conceited please, because you could do with carrying a little less before you!

I wish this war was over, and you were back in your blue suit. Oh dear, I’m afraid it I going to be a long war, and I could weep at the thought of it. If only I could be with your I wouldn’t mind it half so much – but it’s this continual parting. I would come to France with you if I could. Really I would. I wouldn’t mind danger with you. As long as we’re together it doesn’t matter what happens. Always when you are away there is just half of me here – a stupid, helpless half of me.

Well darling, I mustn’t go on like this, or I shall be making you feel down in the mouth, and you musn’t. Anyway, I shall soon be weeing you for a little again, and that will be heaven.

I thought your ‘telegrams’ were very sweet, and you must have spent a lot of money sending them!!

There must be some news… Oh yes, Beryl and Ray are getting married at Foulridge tomorrow. Moué says a few of the lads from Keighley are coming over to give him a guard of honour. We’ll have a guard of honour – with officers though. And I’ll cut the cake with your sword, and you’ll be a Major or maybe a Colonel, and everything will be wonderful. Beloved, we will have happiness, and soon. I insist, and when I insist, it happens. We wont give up our lives for any confounded Germans – or anyone else, and we will live together happily for ever and ever.

And with these words my dearest future husband I must close.

A thousand kisses and all my love, Kathleen.

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