Dec 141942
 

Monday
Chiswick
Dearest,
This will have to be a very short note as I’m off from 1.30 to 8 and I want to get to one or two places looking for odds and ends as the time is getting very short now for posting things up home.
Did I tell you that the latest expectation of leave is in 6 or 7 weeks from now, providing everyone doesn’t go applying for extensions of leave on compassionate grounds. One girl who is away has already done that and has thrown us all back one week already. That is one of the great dangers here, for they will only allow one off at a time.
Apart from that there’s very little news. I’m hoping to read, when I get home, that you have had the boil-cum-abscess, or whatever it is, attended to and that the pain has lessened a lot. I hope you won’t be silly and go rushing round doing things for Xmas and wear yourself out in the process. To hell with the work and get properly better. I hate this business of you being perpetually ill. Leave everything until you get really on your feet again.
I’m actually feeling lonely and fed up, despite being at Dot’s, though for goodness sake don’t even hint at that to her. So far, however, it hasn’t occurred to me to start taking a dame round. Thanks for the idea, love, and I’ll be sure to let you know how I get on as a lonely and misunderstood husband!
I had another lovely dream about you the night before last and that puts me on ahead, for I had another I forgot to mention only a couple of days before that. So you see, with all your germs and boils and styes and abscesses I’ve still a lot of love for you. Just the right amount, you always have said! Sorry I can’t stop now, angel. Bye till tomorrow, and I do hope all this business will end soon. All my love, precious.
Ever,
Arthur X