Thursday
London
Dearest,
I went along to see Jack and Dot last night. They both look very well indeed after their holiday. Really rested. Incidentally, Jack insisted I kept the key or he would think I had taken “this matter” in the wrong spirit! Bobby, the budgie, has died while they were on holiday and Jen, now allowed to go out in the garden, is to have a family! Dot is sorry not to have been able to get hold of a copy of ’Housewife’. I’ve been trying the stalls here but they have all sold out.
Something went wrong at the Commons yesterday and I didn’t get hold of Critchley, though I spent a couple of hours waiting for him. Churchill, looking confident and full of beans, said “Good luck, lads” as he passed within a foot of us on his way to his car. I was very disappointed not to see the old Commons as it was one of the things to which I have been looking forward for a long time.
All my love, darling.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
Dearest,
Since writing the above I’ve had a draft. At the moment I don’t know when or where or how I go, but I believe I’m on loan again, this time to France. To be Irish, it’s just possible I will be home before this is, but I am completely in the dark about everything just now – leave, and everything else. It looks as if we are running into a bad patch for leave just now – missing it everywhere we go.
Sorry there’s so little definite news, love. My love to the children and take good care of yourself. All my love, darling, and thanks for everything.
Ever your own,
Arthur X