Friday
Chiswick
Dearest,
I was a very bad lad and slept in late today so this will just be a very hurried note written on the train. You see I had the morning off and so had plenty of time. As is usual in such cases I just dozed and woke, dozed and woke, so that in the end I’m rushing wildly to get in on time to be paid. From this you will gather that as I haven’t yet been to the office there’s nothing new I can add on the subject of leave. I’m as anxious as you on this matter because there’s only ten days before the first watch go.
We had a very quiet New Year’s Eve. Just went down to the Packhorse and Talbot and had about four pints and a rum and home to wait for the New Year. Did Dave bring you a drink by any chance? I’ve written and thanked him for his Xmas letter, by the way, and also enclosed a brief note to Bill Black.
There’s no news today, angel, and I’m sorry this note is so brief, but as you have probably guessed it is being written on the train. I’m looking forward to seeing you in this “special” frock. What is it? An ordinary frock which can be turned into a maternity gown! Or is that wishful thinking?
Bye for now, my precious. I’m glad you’re feeling better. Take care and behave yourself for a few more weeks at the most. And only ten days if we’re lucky! The things we’ll do then! All my love, angel girl.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
Jan 011943