Sep 081942
 

Tuesday
Glasgow
Darling,
The days are slipping past. Each day seems shorter than the last and we are slowly moving towards the halfway mark in the course, which is just as it should be. There’s not a great deal of news to tell you. Last night we had 9d worth of the gods at the Empire and I was surprised at the good seats you get, especially as they can be booked free of charge. The greater portion of the crowd up there were from the services, as you may well imagine. The show was not too hot. Carroll Levis and his Discoveries, most of whom were punk but we could not grumble for ninepence! I can see me refusing to take you anywhere but the cheapest seats when this war is over!
Dinner time
Many thanks indeed for your very long and newsy letter. It was good to have such a treat. Thanks again, darling. Although it was such a long letter, I don’t think there are many points in it for me to answer. One important thing is that question of leave. Charlie went home to Manchester and came back, all at a cost of half a crown, the price of a ticket he bought from a fellow here. I’ll tell you the full story some other time. Anyway, if I do decide to slip home for a weekend at any time, believe me, I’ll take no chances, but will have a good chance of getting away with it.
There was an interval while, amid great excitement, we examined our new suits. You will remember that we ordered them while we were at Aberdeen, on June 19 to be exact, and after chasing us round they have at last caught up with us, nearly three months after being measured for them!
I’m glad you had such a nice time at Nora’s, although I could quite understand what you say about the children being strange with each other. Trust Nora and Mrs Ashley for getting hold of pre-war supplies, and they’d be the first to moan about anyone else who did it! I’ve got beyond all hope of Ivor taking a strong stand ever.
I’m sorry you have had another do with Mother about the children’s party. It seems she will never learn.
What nice things you do say, darling. It’s so comforting to feel that you are conscious of my presence in the house so much. Don’t worry, love, your breasts will have that ache assuaged one of these fine days – or nights!
Now, darling, I must go. Those suits have upset things a lot today and it’s impossible to settle down to writing. I’ll have another try tonight.
All my love, pet. Always your
Arthur X