Tuesday
London
Sweetheart,
A very hurried note. I didn’t expect to have a long morning off this week but yesterday the P.O.W. told me I was off today. The result is that I have slept in very late and now have to rush like hell. As you have probably guessed by my request for cuttings – let me have them as soon as ever you can, please, love – I’ve decided to make every effort to get away from this deadly job. Last night McWhinnie introduced me to a Lt-Com who thinks he may be able to fix me up. If he can it will be in a more or less “subbing” job in another part of the Admiralty here. Failing that I have another idea which MIGHT bring me to Liverpool, but that is much more uncertain. However, I’ll keep you informed but I should have an idea of what the chances are by the end of the week. Meantime, keep it dark!
All my love, sweet,
Ever,
Arthur X
Nov 091943