Thursday
Glasgow
Darling,
Just writing that date makes me feel two things: that Xmas is about on us and that I shall be home in no time now. Talking of Xmas. Charlie wanted some books, just cheap picture books, for his little girl and in going on the prowl we found the best toy shop in Glasgow. It is a doll’s hospital, too, and they have some marvellous dolls’ heads with real hair beautifully made up. Incidentally they also have a conductor set! A lot of the things were unmarked, but those with price tickets seemed much more reasonable than the things in most of the shops here. Woolworths, for instance, are asking 7/6 for a tank made of two pieces of wood not more than 8 or 9 inches long. I think they should be done for profiteering. The amazing thing about this city is that you can see identical articles in shops a hundred yards apart and one will be 50% cheaper than the other. There is, for instance, a blackboard in one shop for 9/6 and in the next block the same thing is offered at 13/11. One shop here has a rather cheap-looking dolls’ sewing machine with a handle like a mangle, but there was no price on it. There are also very small sweet shops. I wonder if I should get anything like that for Xmas while I’m here, or do you think you will do as well at home? Let me know what you think because, glory be, there is not much longer here now. There were a number of other things like nurses’ uniforms, battledress etc. Anyway, let me know what you think.
Angel, you are a pest. But such a beloved pest. I dreamt about you again last night and, oh!, so realistically. This time it was in a railway carriage and there was no sense of hurry or anything like that because we were travelling in a special coach which we had all to ourselves and you had even had the forethought to bring a flask so that we could have a post-oatial cup of tea! But darling, you were so nice in a loveable, tender sort of way and I was enveloped in something that went deeper than sweet con. It was like being home for good, so restful was the mere feel of your breasts under my head and the milky smoothness of your blouse beneath my face. Oh, precious, you do mean a lot to me. More than you can ever know. But I can’t remember two nights like that since I left home. You must be getting under my skin or something. Won’t it be nice when I can get under your skin again? Precious, I love you so and today I just want to hold you and hold you and kiss you. I’m hungry for the sight and feel of you once more. When the war is over, I’ll never be able to see too much of you and I’ll try to make up to you for all this separation and for the uncomplaining way you have adapted yourself to wartime family life. You are an angel, sweetheart.
They are piping us to school. Bye for now, love.
Dinner time
Nothing fresh today except that we had a test and I did lousily. I’m not worried for I knew in the first half hour on the typewriter that today was not my day. However, I’m going to ask for another test between now and the weekend for I know I can do a lot better than I have done today. Funnily enough nearly all the lads have gone backwards today. So there must be something in the air. Thank God I have never worried about this course as I did over the Morse. Well, that’s all there is about school and consequently just about all the news for today, except that we officially go into winter rig today, which means that we can wear our jerseys permanently. That, thank God, means we have not to dhobi our white fronts two or three times a week. Well, sweetheart, this is about all the news for today. One more week over by the time you get this! Only about another month before I’m home. Whoopee! Bye for now, sweet. All my love.
Ever your own,
Arthur X