Postmarked COLNE LANCS 8PM 7DEC 1939
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., Church House, Norton, Malton.
Albert House, Colne, Lancs.
Thursday
Ronald, my treasure,
I cannot resist sending you a letter even though I am phoning you this very night, and maybe seeing you this Saturday.
Mum insists that I get an earlier train home so as I shant be in the black out all the way home, so I shall have to come home by the 3.14 which gets in Skipton 4.41. That means I won’t have much black out to go through. So Angel Boy, you will have to be off in time to meet me at 9.5 or it wont be worth while. And confound it, I forgot to ask the station. I’ll have to let you know somehow.
Anyway, I am phoning you tonight, so you’ll know all that by the time you receive this letter.
My arm is very much better as you will probably have gathered by the fact that I am writing on both sides of the paper again. It is not cracked after all. Just badly bruised, but already it feels a whole heap more normal. I can now reach my mouth again, and have discarded the sling.
Strange to relate, I was not showing off in the very least. I just made a mess of things as anyone might have done. You know, you are a cheeky young man – thinking that your dear, sweet, charming wife-to-be could ever show off. I could have cursed myself for coming off, but dash me, it would have taken a contortionist to get into position again, and I wasn’t going to cling round the gee gee’s neck for the rest of my days. So I thought “Here goes!”
I am terribly cold at the minute. The Club fire has only just been put on, and is a puney affair. Not the sort of fire that you and I are for ever dreaming of sitting at.
Dear me, I regret to say that my posterior has gone to sleep. I shall have to awaken it…. Pause for awakening of seat and fueling of fire.
I must correct myself. I said that “Spy in Black” was about this war, but it seems it was about last war. I must have been asleep at the beginning. Anyway, it seemed like this war to me!
Anyway one war is the same as another; and the sooner this ones over the better. Then I can get married and have some chubby little children all images of you – which brings me to the point: I love you.
I seem to have started another page. Now what can I say? Oh yes –
James took me as far as Black Lane Ends this afternoon (you will now be green with jealousy) and I walked Prince up to Pinnah while he went and did some visits. Then he met me on my way back to Black Lane Ends at about quarter past four – Prince and I having had an hour and a quarter good walk. It was most invigorating, and the only life I saw was a horse and cart and a car. The snow was still lying quite thickly on the fields up there.
By the by, Willie phoned yesterday to see how I was, so now you can be more jealous than ever. Honey, do you think I’d ever look at anyone but you?
You have only one rival and that’s John Harry who insists on my going and chasing a pounds worth of books as a Christmas present!
Well Angel boy, I’ll be speaking to you tonight. All my love, yours Kay.