Postmarked COLNE LANCS 7:15PM 7 APR 1940
addressed Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton. Yorks.
Albert House, Colne.
7th April
My dearest Ronnie,
As you are expecting a nasty letter from me today, I shall disappoint you by writing a nice one! It is too bad that you think me such a snarly mangey ill tempered woman, and I just can’t imagine how, with this opinion, you still manage to love me. But it is quite apparent that you do, and that is really all that matters to me. I just adore you still inspite of my peculiar way of showing it, and it is only because I miss you so much that I get so vile. Somehow it is so depressing working every day and having no one I can really talk to. You have no idea how I miss you, and what a terrible void there is in my life when you’re not here. Everything is so different, and I just don’t seem to be the same person without you here to talk to, and to hug and love me. You really don’t know how much I love you. You just can’t – or you would gasp with amazement.
You mean simply everything to me and you always will. This war must end soon because I just can’t go on living without you. It will end in September or I shall bust. My will power’s done a lot so far, so it’s going to do some more.
I am worrying about you moving South. Hove you any idea how long you will be South before you go abroad? I do ask some impossible questions, don’t I. It would be so much easier if I knew what you were ding, but of course you never know till the last minute yourself.
Moué is nattering for the table to play ping pong with Marj, but I refuse to move till I’ve finished this letter. The girl’s a pest.
It is lovely to be at home for a bit. I arrived back about quarter to twelve. I had a bath and changed. After lunch I had an hours sleep. I am going to see your Mum and Pop for a little tonight as I told you over the ‘phone. I shall have to go to bed early as I was very tired last night.
Moué and I went to see “the Little Princess” at the Savoy and enjoyed it very much. I’m afraid it made me weep in parts. I wasn’t in bed till half past eleven and getting up at seven was nearly too much for me. I did feel vile getting up when everyone else was sleeping peacefully – even Jenny and Katie. I had to make my own breakfast. Of course, it was only a boiled egg!! I felt very lonely and badly done to.
Oh dear, what a baby I am. I do want you so much. I want you to look after me, and pet me, and spoil me. You know I feel like a kid whose been sent away to school very young and can’t do without its mother.
Darling, I just can’t ever tell you just how much you mean to me, and I can only thank God that I mean as much to you. We have simply got to do something about it, soon.
Keep in close touch with me, my prescious (I wish you could) I am now going to knit some vest.
All my love sweet boy,
Kay