Wednesday
Chiswick
Dearest,
I’m afraid I missed the boat – or rather the post – yesterday. I wrote to you and Eric before dinner and then went for a breath of fresh air. I put the two letters in my pocket and, as I did not pass a pillar box, forgot all about them until supper time, so the earliest post I could get from the Strand Post Office was the 8.30am. I’m sorry, love, but it is so easily done.
It’s now 10.45 and I’m hoping that by now you will have seen Rees. You haven’t, in spite of my repeated inquiries, told me what the effect of this medicine has been. Has it made any really marked difference in the way you feel? I do hope it is making a definite difference to you. Do you feel any more cheerful in yourself? I know you are evidently feeling stronger, but that’s a bit different from feeling really cheerful.
People here are already getting the Xmas feeling and are fiddling to try to work in a short break at Xmas or New Year, but there has been no indication yet as to what the official reaction is going to be. Travel permits may yet be refused. I’m fiddling with the rest but so far there is nothing definite in the offing.
As I haven’t yet been home, I can’t answer your letters, but will do so in the morning. I’m enclosing the ‘Fine And Dandy’ programme for you. I’m sorry this is such a short note but there’s no real news today. It isn’t news to tell you I love you more than ever – but I do and I’m missing you a lot lately.
Bye for now, sweet. Tell me what the vet said today. My love to the children, and all my love to you, angel.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
Dec 091942