Thursday
London
Dearest,
This is my last “free” day before coming home so there is much to be done and this is likely to be rather a brief and newsless letter. There are several things I want to do, including some dhobi-ing [washing] and I really must make an effort to reply to Jane’s now month-old letter, though I sent her an air-graph yesterday. Still, air-graphs are not very satisfactory, are they?
I’m glad to see from your letter that you are feeling stronger. I thought Hilda would be OK about the rations. About Michael, I hope this sudden “recluse” outlook is only a passing phase for I don’t think it is healthy in a boy and I hate to see any child, boy or girl, tied to their mother’s apron strings. It’s not a good sign and I’d like to see him playing more with boys of his own age. However, he has grown out of so many phases, he’ll probably get over this one.
If I have room in my bag I think I’ll bring my socks home to be darned, one of the few jobs I really hate doing. Perhaps you’d be able to do some of those pure and simple (ha ha) wifely jobs for me on Sunday morning, unless you have any definite ideas for then, have you?
Well, love, there’s nowt else today and this will probably be the last letter you’ll get from me this week. Only two more nights away from you! Got any surprises in store? You can’t complain this time that you dare not let yourself think about it. If you have time will you lay the fire for a bath? I may like one when we get home. And don’t let anyone pinch my raspberries this time, will you? I do hope your cold is better and that you will be on top of your form on Saturday – so I’ll be on top of it. Such a lovely form, too. It won’t be long now, sweetheart, will it? Take good care of yourself for me, and give my love to the children. All my love to you, dearest.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
P.S. Saw Mrs Churchill leaving the Home Office yesterday and driving in the direction of the Palace. I wondered if she was going there for lunch.
Jul 271944