Wednesday
Cookham
Dearest,
Here we are, back in the old routine of standing waiting for people to see us and then being told to come back later. We, on our part, of course are doing our best to avoid work and have done quite well so far. One of the junior officers whom John Dagg saw, admitted quite frankly that they don’t know what to do with us! We have to parade at 8.30 in the morning and then report back to the regulating office again. As this young officer seems quite friendly towards us I have put John up to asking for periodic leave in the morning! I don’t think we have any chance of getting it but in this racket you get nothing without asking. We may touch lucky and if we did, I have a feeling that people would be sick of the sight of me! Not that that would put me off. Anyway, don’t bank on it, but I thought you would be interested in our cheek! If we are lucky, of course, I’ll wire you.
I saw Bill Black last night and he says he is getting on with Michael’s fort. He was going to camouflage it but decided that it would catch a child’s eye better in plain cream. He says one advantage is that it can always be camouflaged later if it shows signs of wear. Another good idea of his is that if the fort is made in two halves it will be easier to put away. From this I gather that it will be a fair size. Bill says he has profited by his experience in making one for his own lad, so I think it will be a good job.
Well, love, if I’m to be sure of catching the post, I’ll have to be off. I hope this reaches you by Thursday. It should do.
Sweetheart, I do love you and I hope that you are feeling better now. How’s the cold? Better? I do hope so. Take good care of yourself, my sweet, and don’t do too much at a time. Was Wednesday a very blue day? I hope it was not too bad.
Bye for now, angel. I’ll try to write you a longer letter tomorrow. All my love, pet.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
P.S. Excuse the scrawl, but a cat has adopted me and insists on sitting on my knee.
Nov 111942