Tuesday
Chiswick
Dearest,
Many thanks for your letter although I’m sorry to hear you have a “code id the doze”. Mine is a good deal better although the cough seems to hang on pretty grimly. Look after yours properly, without it dragging on and on as so many of your colds seem to do usually. You can’t afford to take chances with them now, you know.
I’m glad the panto looks so promising – I’m looking forward to it. Whatever it is like, the children will enjoy it.
Mother made a half-hearted gesture the other day when sending some things to Dot, by enclosing some stamps for me with a note to say that she was writing later. She’ll come round, don’t you worry, although I do know that probably one of the main reasons she is narked is that I don’t write to her about once a week. She as good as said so in her last letter. Don’t you do anything in this matter at all. Don’t take sides even, or make excuses. I can handle her alright, although to be honest I have probably neglected her a bit in regard to letters since I came home. For that matter I have neglected about everyone, I think. The letter you sent on, by the way, was from Ralph. He and Percy are now somewhere in Dorset. Apparently they had a whale of a time in Warrington.
I’m glad you let me know about the books because I was going to try to get them tomorrow. I won’t bother with them now, of course.
Sweetheart, the weather is lovely here today and if it’s like this tomorrow I’m going for a long walk if I can manage it and see if some fresh air will help clear this cold up. It usually does. The weather is so unsettled this last few days. Yesterday was cold with high wind and driving rain. Today is mild and balmy, so we don’t know just where we are.
I have now got to that stage where time is fairly going to fly past because I have such a lot to do before I come home. Little things to do to my clothes and letters to write to Dave, Hughie, Fred Stephens and a few others and it is going to be a job to get them all done. I mentioned the needles to Dot but we were rushed getting tea and then rushing out to work again but I’ll try to get them to you by the weekend.
Must be off to lunch now, angel. Take care of yourself and nurse the family’s colds properly. Everyone fighting fit on Feb 5 you know! With your cold I suppose it’s hopeless to look for the V sign on any of your letters now.
While I remember. I have pyjamas at home, haven’t I? I hope so because it will save one bulky article being packed. The days are getting fewer now, my sweet. Soon the last watch will be away and then it will only be a few days before we’re off too.
All my love till then, angel.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
Jan 261943