Postmarked COLNE LANCS 7.15PM 7 JAN 1940
addressed to Lieut. R. Helme, D.W.R., The Army School of Hygiene, Keogh Barracks, Mytchett, Nr. Aldershot. Hants.
ALBERT HOUSE. COLNE. LANCS. TEL.NO.282
7th Jan. Sun.
My darling Ronnie,
You are a dear sweet satisfactory fiancé. Your phone call was a wonderful idea, and it was heavenly to hear your voice again. And it seemed to be so near, I felt that if I had leaned forward, I could have kissed you. You are an adorable darling and no man could be more thoughtful to his sweetheart than you; and I love you so much.
Yes, I arrived home from York safely, but I didn’t find it a very pleasant journey. Firstly, there was my great love sickness which made me prick behind the eyes. Then there was Prince’s pulling, and that absurd sack clattering against my leg. I was told I would have to run to catch the Skipton train, and after having given myself a heart attack, the train didn’t go for about quarter of an hour later! Then of course there was an hour to wait at Skipton, but fortunately there was a nice fire in the waiting room.
Well dearest, it was lovely seeing you again so unexpectedly. It is wonderful to dash off by myself and see you. York will always belong to us now, just as the Middelton belongs to us.
Moué and I had tea with your Mother yesterday, as I told you, and it was a very nice tea. We came home about six, and then went to the Hippodrome with Mum and Granny to see “Robin Hood” which I still found as fascinating as ever. Funny how I like that film so much. We had just had supper when you phoned. Wasn’t it a blessing we went to the first house.
I wasn’t at Church this morning as Jenny is away for a few days, and as Mum wanted to go, I stayed to help. Actually, I didn’t want to go anyway because I washed my hair last night, and wakened with it all unruly.
I expect you will be at the Army School of Hygiene by now. I wonder what on earth they will teach you about for a whole week. Surely there wont be any practical work?
Anyway, I hope you have plenty of time to write to me, as your letters do cheer me up. Every morning I waken (except Sunday) I say to myself “Now I think there’ll be a letter from Ronnie” And that makes it easier for me to get up on these cold days.
I am knitting you mittens on the same principle (?) as the gloves. I should have them finished today or tomorrow, and then I can start your waistcoat which is going to be very posh.
Beloved, there is no news – except that Granny – the old Squirt – smoked a cigarette after lunch. It was just for effect and she said to James that she didn’t suppose his mother would do such a thing. If I had been in the room at the time I should have said that she probably had more sense. The old b-b-blighter!
Darling, you are always in my thoughts, and I am forever thinking how happy we are going to be together. All my love, Yours Kay.