Jul 061944
 

Thursday
Dover
Sweetheart,
I want to make violent love to you today, but I mustn’t, must I? If this goes on much longer I will desert and then they will put me in the glasshouse and stop all your allowances and my children will roam the streets crying bitterly for bread. So you had better get cracking and get a few hundred articles accepted so that you will have enough to keep you while I’m doing my 90 days cells! It’s getting terrible lately for I can’t escape you. You follow me all over the place, driving me nearly to distraction. You’ll pay for this when I do get home, young woman. I’ll do what I’ve threatened to do before – stand in a corner and masturbate while you writhe on the bed!
Like you, I’m very susceptible to the sun and yesterday was quite nice, but today is what one of the minor poets called a stinker. I can’t recall, off hand, which poet it was. And, glory be, the lads are pounding hell out of the other side if the noises we can hear are anything to judge by. Incidentally, it seems as if Jerry was trying to get more of his doodlebugs through just at the time when Churchill was speaking, but I don’t know whether or not they succeeded, though there was a racket going on here.
Thank you very much, love, for a very nice letter today which was all the nicer because I had quite made up my mind that I couldn’t possibly get one before tomorrow. I won’t try to answer all of it because I haven’t time now, but the first part of it, about the ’sprise, has me greatly intrigued. Whatever it is, I’m glad to hear you have devised something which is amusing and occupying the minds of the children during their enforced incarceration. Apart from any enjoyment it will give me, I’m glad to see you all getting down to some team effort, for lessons in co-operation will do them good. I’m dying to know what it is all about.
I’m glad you acknowledged that little parcel in this letter because, as you will know, I haven’t received your other letters, of course.
Sorry this is so brief a note, love, but I must fly. I’ll answer the rest of your letter tomorrow. Bye for now, sweetheart. My love to the children and all my love to you, dearest.
Ever your own,
Arthur X