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1940

5th Feb 1940

Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 5 FEB 1940
addressed to Lieut. R.Helme, D.W.R., The King’s Hotel, Barnard Castle, Durham

Albert House, Colne.

5th Feb

My dearest Ronnie,

There is really no news, but I just want you to know that I am forever thinking of you. In fact Angel Boy, I am just living to see you again.

Already I am wondering what we will do when you come home for your embarkation leave in March. We’ll simply have to make the most of it wont we? Oh dear, I wish we could stay together for ever. Bless you my love. I love you more every time I see you – and even more every time I think of you, which is very, very often.

I hope I am writing sense darling because there is a play on the wireless. The wireless always seems to be on when I write to you, doesn’t it. Granny and Mummy are here, so I can’t switch it off. It’s rather an exciting play.

I have just looked down at my left hand, and my little – sorry, I mean my big ring is sparkling most beautifully. It is a lovely little – oh dear, I will call it little: a term of endearment. It’s sweet, its dear, its darling, just like the man who gave me it. How I love you. All night, all day I’m thinking about you, dreaming about you {little illustration} That’s just a lump of love incase you don’t know.

This letter is making me feel near to you – and there you are miles away in Barnard Caslte, which I see from the map is in Durham and not in Yorkshire as you said. That makes it seem even farther way.

Curse this wireless. It’s putting me off my writing. Please pardon me if I’m not very coherent. Well of course you’ll pardon me.

Mum is the sick member of the family today. Her back is sore, and she has spent a good deal of the day in bed. I rubbed her this morning. I am a good back-rubber, so if you ever have a stiff back I shall be well able to cope with it.

Gradually you are learning of all my good points. Picked out and strung together they would make a very good reference for applying for the position of your wife – yes? Well I needn’t apply for it. The position is reserved unconditionally for me.

Well I haven’t done any writing today. I have been too busy doing Mum’s work: washing clothes etc. I haven’t even had time to do any of your pullover, and I meant to have one side done today.

I took Prince for a walk this afternoon, but I didn’t get so far. The roads are so slushy and slippery, and the snow is still very thick up in the fields. Prince is filthy dirty, and it isn’t worth washing as he will only be as dirty again in a day or two.

Speaking of dog’s, Sunni is not so well, poor lad. I think he has asthma or some such. I think I’ll go over to Dad Rankin. I want to have a chat with him anyway. I just want to know if there is any chance of a fairly decent job on the land in the district. If there isn’t, I guess I’ll just have to let the whole thing go. Well if I can write a best seller, it wont matter. Afraid that’s impossible. I don’t think I’ve the courage to start a full length novel. I’ll start with short stories first anyway.

I wish that stupid cabinet of Grannies wasn’t in the study. I am not just prejudiced but it simply isn’t becoming. It spoils the room, and I would like it to be really nice. It’s lovely with the fire on, but of course, there’s little chance of that ever happening. I think we’ll have it on one day when you are home. It’s so nice and intimate (which I can’t spell, and I don’t want to ask how to spell it as they would wonder what I was saying to you.)

I phoned your Mother this afternoon, and there was no reply. I went down to the house and again no reply. I wonder if she has gone to Manchester. I haven’t thanked her for the flowers yet, which is disgusting of me.

How are you enjoying this course? High time I asked you that I think. I hope you are comfortable in The King’s Hotel. Don’t eat too much, or I shall have to send you some of those obesity tablets. I warn you, if you get fatter, I shall take drastic steps. Don’t be hurt darling. I adore you as you are, but I am thinking of “living room”.

Sweetheart, I do hope you are writing to me tonight.

All my love treasure, Kay.

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