Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 4 MAR 1940
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R. Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks
Letter from Moué:
Well after all that, thank you very much for the telegram. I am at the moment in bed again with a throat which feels like a cheese grater. Mother has just put some of that rubbing stuff on my chest and it feels like Hot Cinders to me. I laughed like anything when she put it on and I suffered from an awful pain after it.
Kay has got picking mania at the moment. She is picking out a lot of bags (hand-bags) in the hopes of economising in summer by recovering them.
Well, I’m sorry this is so short, but I am terribly sleepy and so I guess I’d better get some.
Cheeriho!
With love from Moué
Give my love to Geoff!
Albert House, Colne, Lancs.
4th March
My dearest Ronnie,
Just a wee letter to tell you that today as yesterday, and as tomorrow and for ever, I love you. Your letter this morning made me more than ever determined to come and see you. Even if you think it’s a waste of money and time, it is my money and my time, and to see you for an hour or two is worth a great deal to me.
There are a thousand reasons why I must come and see you. A few of them: 1) I love you 2) I want to see you 3) I want to cheer you up 4) I want to cheer myself up 5) I want to show off my new coat! 6) I want to make hay while the sun shines, and if you are going south so soon I shall have to make my hay very quickly 7) I love you 8) I love you 9) I love you. And so on.
So please be inoculated tomorrow if at all possible and then expect me to blow in to your billet about half past to quarter to eleven Wednesday. Tell all your friends to stay away. Anyway prescious phone me seven tomorrow – five past at the latest, as I am going to the Orchested concert with the family.
If you are in bed when I come to see you what will Miss Baily say? Anyway I shall seem very annoyed to find you in bed, which should make it more proper. Is she very prim? Don’t forget to put on nice clean pyjamas, and tidy your hair and brush your teeth; and put a sick little boy look on your face, and I shall love you more than ever.
Now don’t say I am mad coming across, because if that’s being mad, I love being mad. Dad will of course think me mad, but belovedest I must see you. I am starving for a look at you, and I musn’t starve before I have to.
Well Angel Boy, I have now to write to the Lancashire branch of the W.L.A. about uniform. I’ll expect you to phone sevenish then prescious.
Kisses, cuddles and caresses, Kitty.
P.S. Moué has definitely got ‘flu: a temp and very bad throat today.