Wednesday
Skegness
Sweetheart,
As usual, in a hurry! Was discharged from Sick Quarters today and will be back on the job as usual in the morning. Remind me to tell you when I come home what a really tough time I missed by being sick just when I was. Did I have a lucky break?
Don’t worry about your “dismal” letters, sweet. I understand only too well and was thinking of you a lot during the weekend. You have been so very good and I know you will keep your “armour”, as you call it, on all the time I am away. Although I hate to think of you being miserable, I take it as a compliment. That’s me all over. I’m glad you have got your bad weekend over. The next won’t be quite so bad and once the better weather comes and you can get out in the garden you will find things easier, I think. Whatever else you do while I’m away, love, do look after yourself. I can’t bear to think of you being ill. Is your cold any better? I hope so. Don’t neglect it will you? I want you fighting fit when I come home.
Hope Wendy and Michael liked their letters, which you should have by now. From that letter to you, you will realise I got both of your letters – and both on Saturday. Thank you for that, my love. They meant a lot, especially the one with the dream in it. It sent a glow all over me.
Send me full details of the allotment when it comes through. Many thanks for the scarf. It’s a godsend, even if it does place you in an awkward position. I don’t want to rush you, but will you get the gloves here as soon as possible? You have no idea what the cold is like! There’s the “clear mess” bugle. Bye, pet, will write again in a day or two.
All my love,
Arthur XX
Feb 251942