Postmark mostly illegible ARNARD … FB 40
addressed to Miss K.M.Eadie, Albert House, Colne, Lancashire
King’s Head Hotel,
Barnard Castle.
Wednesday.
My dearest Kay,
I am managing to write to you in the luncheon interval and I haven’t very much time. Yes Barnard Castle is in Durham but only just. The rive at the foot of the main street about 200 yards from here is the boundary between Yorkshire and Durham for some distance. It is the River Tees.
The course progresses well and the food is excellent. Feeding like fighting cocks. I went to bed last night at nine o’clock and think I will do the same tonight. Tomorrow night I’ll go to the pictures and Friday bed early again. Your letters don’t take long to get here I had your yesterdays letter here this morning though the previous days arrived at tea time.
It may be that the leave in March may not be embarkation leave and we may get another 5 days later on. But all this is problematical and it may be we shall only get one lot. We’ll just have to wait and see. Anyway February will soon fly away and then we’ll have March.
Somehow I keep thinking today is Thursday I don’t know why. Let me know what Mr Rankin thinks about a Dairy job. There are only 3 Grade A places about. Aldersons at Barlick (and Alderson is a morally depraved man with thousands of children about the district) Pickles and Hatfields. I should think that both these places are OK. You suit yourself honey. If we go out to India it will be for 5 years at least or the duration of the war if it is more than 5 years. That’s a long time.
Now was there anything else to mention from your letter. No I don’t think so. I’ll have to think fast for it is nearly lecture time and I was late this morning because I stopped in the Midland Bank (whence I had gone to cash a cheque) talking to the manager about his war experiences.
I really must fly sweetheart. Maybe I’ll ring you tonight hoping that I can hear you. No I wont because the telephone is in a very open space – almost in the bar so it will be very awkward. Don’t be cross honey.
All my love,
Ronnie