Aug 051943
 

Thursday
Whitchurch
Dearest,
I’m glad to hear that you are taking proper care of yourself and not taking any chances on getting a fresh cold or getting further run down. By now you will have seen the doctor again and I’m going to be very interested in what he has to say. I’m far from satisfied that you are properly on your feet yet and it’s funny that this should have happened so soon after my saying so to you last time I was home. You looked really well at the end of that liver extract course and I did hope you’d be able to maintain that improvement.
I went over to Wrexham to try to see Dot but missed her by ten minutes and, in the dark, missed the way home with the result that I was riding all over Shropshire from 10.30 to 2a.m.! In that time I was thinking a lot about you and was really worried, but this morning I made a determined effort to put the whole matter out of my mind until I get home – an effort in which I only partially succeeded.
I’ve just seen Grossett and I can get away tomorrow afternoon so I should be home about four or soon afterwards and I don’t have to be back here until Monday, so that will give me three clear nights at home. During the weekend I’ll be able to do a few things for you and that will perhaps give you a chance to get a bit more rest.
I have sent a parcel off this afternoon. I’m afraid it doesn’t contain many of the things you want, but there may be some useful things in it. If I get a chance I’ll send or bring some more with me.
I don’t think there’s a lot more to say except that I’ll be glad when it’s time to get on the road tomorrow, for I’m anxious to see you and hold you again. Soon after you get this I’ll be with you once more. My love to the children. Bye until tomorrow, sweetheart, and all my love.
Ever,
Arthur X