Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 5 DEC 1939
addressed to Lieut R.Helme, D.W.R., The Goathland Hotel, Goathland. Yorks
Albert House, Colne, Lancs.
Tuesday
My beloved Ronald,
I’ve just read your nice letter. Well actually I read it in the bath – and I’ve read it threw again just incase I missed anything.
I’ve been riding at Gisburn with James and Willie, and unfortunately I came off, which injured both my pride and my left arm. It was entirely my own fault. I wheeled the beast too quickly in order to avoid a stream, and I lost my balance. I just had to let myself go, and tried to do it scientifically, but my bally arm got in the way. Well, well, I’m glad it’s not broken. It happened near the beginning of the ride, but I managed to stick the ride out OK.
Moué is making a vile noise, and asking me if I am writing to the Big Bass Drum, and the Big Bag, and the Blunder Buss – and heaven knows what all. I’m afraid she is quite impossible, and to tell her to dry up would be hopeless.
I don’t know whether I shall go to the flicks tonight or not. My hair has completely flopped as I lost my hair net on the ride. Still, I would like to go as I haven’t been since I went with you. I hope it wont be so long till I’m going with you again, honey. I am longing to see you.
Confound my arm. I don’t think I shall be able to use it to eat with tonight, as it is stiffening gloriously, and I can hardly reach my mouth. But it wont stop me eating a large tea. I’m very hungry.
I am longing to know when your leave is to be. I am aching to see you. It seems years since you were here, and I long to see your dear face again and rub my cheek on your bristly moustache.
Goodnight Angel. Kisses, cuddles, caresses, Kay.