Nov 201942
 

Friday
‘The Beaver Club (Associated with the Canadian YMCA)’
Chiswick
Dearest,
As you will see from the notepaper, I’m at work again and have just had dinner after doing a solid four-and-a-half hours work. I came out without my notepaper and so I called in here – a very pleasant place where, in common with most of the colonial clubs, they get far more variety in the way of food, sweets, etc. Some of our fellows are apt to get a bit sore about it, but when all is said and done, we would expect much the same if we were abroad.
I don’t want to do too much trotting around as I shall be on until 3 in the morning. If I can I will probably find a nice comfortable settee in here and snooze for an hour or so. That will freshen me up a good deal. Nobody here seems to question your right to come and go as you please.
Now that we are getting into our stride a bit more, I think this job will be OK. I’m certainly glad that we have had this chance of getting into the swing of things before being posted abroad. It will give us more confidence wherever we may have to go.
I hope you have been to see Rees by now. I’m anxious to hear what he has to say about you. If the bynin amara [malt extract] is not building you up, why not leave it for a time and take another course of your green pills? Anaemia may have as much as anything to do with you still feeling weak and tired. Do hurry up and get well again, love. It worries me so to think of you dragging yourself round because I had thought that by now you would be well on the way to recovering some of your strength.
Well, sweet, there’s not a great deal more to be said, except that I love you still and would give anything to hold you tight again and to bully you out of your blues. If only I could! I fancy myself as a bully, you know! So take good care of yourself or I will have to start bullying you.
Give my love to the children. If you can think of anything I can make for Wendy, let me know and I might have a shot at it here on my off days. Bye for now and all my love, sweetheart.
Ever your own,
Arthur X