Postmarked COLNE LANCS 4PM 4 DEC 1939
Lieut. R. Helme. D.W.R., The Goathland Hotel, Goathland S.O. Yorks
ALBERT HOUSE. COLNE. LANCS. TEL.NO. 282.
Monday
My dearest Ronnie,
The merest scrape to tell you to forget about all the trouble I’ve put about coming to York. I think on turning it over in my mind that it is an absurd idea, as you will have already decided; and will in all probability tell me so tomorrow – in a nicer way. I don’t know what bit me – for after all, you will be coming home soon anyway; and it wont matter where we get a ring as long as we get one.
I only wish this could reach you before you had time to tell me it was a silly idea, as I seem to spend my time suggesting ridiculous things and it gets my pride to be periodically told so – kindly of course.
The telegram was not the result of Dicky’s marriage which was unromantic in the extreme. The thing had already been decided, and it was the result neither of pitiful pleading nor of continual pesturing. Dad just asked Mum to send it. He said to me last night that he must write to you, but I don’t expect he’s done it yet.
It is snowing here, and lying fairly thickly on the ground. I shall have to take Prince out in spite of it. I’ll post this first.
I feel like going to the pictures tonight, but I don’t suppose I’ll bother going. I’ll probably start another book in stead. I’ve just finished “The Devil’s Cub”
James and Willie have asked me to go riding with them tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to riding the grey again. I shall be very stiff after it.
Is it Friday you go back to Malton? I am bored, and feel at this minute that I’d like to hack doing a spot of hard work. Still, I wont be content until this confounded war’s over.
Pardon scrawl. I’m writing on my knee.
I’m glad you went to see Arthur. Have I said that before?
Much love, Kay.