Tuesday
Glasgow
My darling,
Back to the normal round once more and not too happy about it yet, for we have not fully settled down to it yet. The bright spot about things just now is that there is only a little more than two weeks left of the course. Once we get tomorrow over, time will begin to fly again for we will have more tests on Thursday and then, after that, there will only be two more tests before we leave. Whoopee! And all this is being written while a fierce argument about unemployment is raging. So now to dinner.
I didn’t expect any mail today because I thought you wouldn’t have time to write yet. You are an angel because your letters make all the difference in the world to the days which are a bit “blue”, as today is. It is funny to read your Friday letter and especially the last sentence where you wanted to find the next three weeks had gone. Well, I did the next best thing for you, didn’t I? And I will say this for you – I do believe you were honest when you said that you wanted me just a little bit! I’ll say you did! It was heaven to be with you again and to see your eyes go all dreamy while you were looking up at me. I can see you now in that mood and it is doing things to me. But I still haven’t quite got over that little cloud of depression which settled on me just before I left you – and it is most unusual for me because I have trained myself to accept the inevitable with a fairly good grace. Never mind. It will pass in a few days and then there will only be a fortnight before we shake the dust of Glasgow off our feet, thank God.
I agree with you about Xmas presents this year but I’ll talk all that over with you when I come home. By the way, I have looked in that shop again and if you let me have one of your clothing cards I will try to get one for you some time when the lads aren’t looking! If I do get one I’ll treat you to it, so DON’T send any money. I had 10/- from Dave and 5/- from the office comfort fund so I can spring half a dollar for that alright. So send the coupons – I’ll see what I can do.
I’m glad Wendy is better. Give both the children my love. Now I must be off. I’ve had letters from Jack Elsworth, Percy and Geo, but I haven’t had time to read them yet.
Bye, precious. All my love.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
Oct 061942