Friday
Chiswick
Angel,
Calamity has befallen me! I’ve gone and got myself a first-class cold, so I hope you won’t mind if this is a brief and, I’m afraid, not very interesting letter. My cold is just at that unpleasant, miserable stage when my chest is raw with coughing and not getting anything up, and I keep going hot and cold. You know all the miserable signs! Anyway, I went down to see the doctor this morning and I’m getting treatment at sick-bay each day so I’ll be OK by the beginning of the week, so don’t worry about it.
I’m glad you saw ‘Mrs Miniver’ because everyone who has seen it speaks very well indeed of it. Funnily enough, you will find, within eighteen months of the end of this lot, that the conditions under which you live now are difficult to recall. As proof, just try to recapture the atmosphere of the raid season when you were bringing the children down night after night, and I’ll bet you can’t without the help of searchlights and the other etceteras.
By the way, one of the lads dropped a bombshell today when he informed us the railway drivers have given the legal three-weeks notice of their intention to strike and the notice expires Feb 5th! What do you think about that? Still, it won’t stop me getting home. You’re a sweet girl, my love, the nice things you say about having me home. It won’t be long now, love, and it can’t come too quickly.
Take care of yourself, precious. All my love.
Ever,
Arthur X
Jan 221943