Feb 031943
 

Wednesday
Chiswick
Hello Angel,
The time is about spent for this is the last letter I’ll have time to write and the day after you get it I will be home to pester the life out of you for days and nights on end. That will take some of the superfluous energy off you!
Thank you for your lovely vision-producing letter. I didn’t realise that you still believed in miracles. You say “while a certain throbbing protuberance promises beautiful things for the next hour”, thereby implying (a) that you believe either of us could stand the suspense for an hour, or (b) the bigger compliment that, once the opening ceremony had been performed, that John could perform for an hour! John and I thank you for the compliment and there’s nothing we should like more than to perform solidly for an hour because then we might get a little peace! Oh, sweetheart, I can see now the light in your eyes when I do sit down in the chair and you go on your knees. Angel, it’s such a lovely picture I have of you in that position and it seems almost too good to come true.
By now you will have had my letter suggesting an early drink and home early. Knowing myself I’m not making any promises about seduction on or before any given hour. All I can say is that I want you madly now and it will be a matter of great surprise to me if I don’t whip you over for a table-ender the minute I walk into the house, children or no children, so be prepared and keep your legs crossed!
Yes, I like the idea of a tape-cutting ceremony! Seriously, if I don’t get home until 3 or 3.30, as seems likely, I won’t go for a sleep because that would mean the children would see nothing of me at all on Friday. If the children are going to look out for me don’t encourage them to think of anything before 3.40 or 3.45. It will probably be later than that. For the remainder, I like your programme of the day except for one point and that is your insistence over a COUPLE of drinks when you know full well that a real sailor must get completely sizzled on his first day home. I’m not at all sure that it wouldn’t be a good idea if you did seduce me on the way home. That is one way in which you would be sure to enjoy blackout oats, no matter what the weather was like! Well, love, we’ll have to leave all these little details to sort themselves out. We have the broad outline for Friday and that’s the main thing. Dearest, I’m so looking forward to it that I keep thinking tomorrow is Friday instead of a really heavy day at work. The last 24 hours is always tiring and I think that with anything like luck I should get some sleep on the train. I hope I can.
Now to answer your letter. I’ll ask Dot about the machine although I only see her for a very short time tonight while she is getting tea ready. Usually there is just time to grab my tea and then dash out. Anyway, if she has an instruction book I’ll ask her for the loan of it. Dot had some trouble with hers at first and when it went to be overhauled here they found the needle in the wrong way. Could that be the case with yours?
I am glad that Michael is improving. Will he be alright for the weekend do you think? When the subject of the panto first came up I knew Mother would be annoyed because she was last year. She’d like to consider herself automatically a member of any annual outings like that, you know, including holidays if we ever get into the habit of regular holidays away from home!
Now just before I go let me say that your letter was only one of two exciting documents I have read today. Just let your imagination dwell on this for a moment: “Gently insert the applicator into the vaginal passage as far as it will go.” Whoopee! Or again: “Not longer than one hour should be allowed to elapse after it has been injected.” One hour! What monuments of patience they must think we are. And finally, just for your peace of mind: “Once sealed with the preparation, the vulnerable area is effectively protected for the rest of the time.” So your “vulnerable area” seems quite safe! Interested? I hope you will be. And now, having aroused your curiosity, I must dash for the post. Only one more day after you get this my love, and then I’ll be attacking your vulnerable area. Till then, all my love, sweetheart.
Ever,
Arthur X