Tuesday
Glasgow
Darling,
I was just about to say “how are you?” when the call went to fall in so I will have to leave you now until dinner time. Bye for now. See you in about three hours.
Dinner time and time to say “thank you” for your two letters. I know just how you will be feeling for the trouble always is that once the doctor says you are out of danger you feel you should be able to do a day’s work! The thing to remember is that after an illness it is for the best to make haste slowly. Remember that on the Thursday it took you all your time to walk to the head of the stairs and now you are up for four hours at a stretch! You don’t want to rush beyond that stage for a few days or you will be back in bed. Don’t forget that once you are back at home you will not be able to have anything like the same amount of rest.
I’m sorry you find the Guinness is not agreeing with you. Have you thought of trying it in milk? Failing that, are you trying the baby Worthingtons? And do you think a bottle of bynin amara would do you good as a general tonic? It might be worth trying, for the main thing is to build yourself up now. One other thing is to chase the blues away as fast as you can and not to let them get hold of you. I know it is not easy but even the effort will make you feel better. I do wish I was there to help you chase them, as I know I could do, but repining for things that are impossible only makes matters worse.
I don’t think there is any need for you to worry about the children – our household has been too loyal an affair always for there to be any feeling like that in their minds. That is one fear you can safely put aside from your mind. The fact that they have been so good shows that they know how ill you have been.
There is not a great deal of news from here. I had my final test – or one of them – this morning and got 31 words a minute for five minutes with only two mistakes. Macdonald was quite satisfied with that figure and said it was very good considering I had missed a week. So long as he is satisfied – and he really is – that is all that matters. So there is no need for you to worry on that score for although I’m not “top boy” I’m a good way from the bottom!
To amuse Alan Ross I have done him a little letter on the tape. I’ll paste it up this afternoon and send it off to him and it will fill in an hour or so because Hughie tells me he knows the Morse code. Any break in hospital is welcome.
Well, love, I must be off to school again. The day after you get this I will be on my way south, but don’t forget there may be a break in my letters about then, although I’ll try to avoid it.
Well, love, that’s all for today. Take care of yourself and don’t let the blues get the better of you. Get properly well, but don’t try to rush it.
Bye for now. All my love, angel. I still love you, pet.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
Oct 271942