Friday
Glasgow
Dearest,
You say the week has gone slowly. For me it has flown to such an extent that I did not realise today was Friday, and that despite the fact that Charlie has just started his weekend leave. I have just sent a wire off to his wife for him. Learning by my experience in Devonport, he wouldn’t send a wire until he was actually out of the building! And I don’t blame him. This weekend his wife will be on her own for the first time, so this will make a nice break for them.
Many thanks for your letter. You may be right about writing to Michael, especially as you have prepared him, so I’ll write him some time over the weekend. It will take too much thought to dash off in a dinner hour. Bottoms smacked in moderation are an excellent corrective. While you are smacking him, lay it on properly – don’t just tickle him. We’ll see what result there is from my letter.
We went to see ‘Fantasia’ last night at one of the nicest little cinemas I have ever been in. Although small, it is really comfy. The cheapest seat is 1/6 and we found ourselves on the front row, but we had only been seated a couple of minutes when the attendant came and shepherded us into good 2/- seats! It’s my personality what does it – even in the dark. It’s a great show and if you get a chance of seeing it, don’t miss it. Some of the scenes are really beautiful and some of them rather depressing, especially one of the two final scenes which is based on a Russian piece and is really macabre with skeletons of men rising from their graves. There was also a good news film showing the difference between Sept 15, 1940 (the time of the Battle of Britain) and Sept this year. Quite good if only we were doing something to justify it.
Some of the lads here are making a bolt for home this weekend for the fever seems to have spread! One thing I don’t like is the arrival of more P.O.s who have just come today. That means more supervision and I’m afraid some of the lads may find themselves in the cart.
Sorry this is such a short and scrappy letter, love, I’ll try to get a better one written during the weekend.
Must go now. All my love, sweetheart. I do adore you. We are one week nearer! Take care of yourself.
Ever your own,
Arthur X
Sep 181942