Friday, 6 November, 1942
Usual address Friday 12 a.m. My Own Darling, What a nice long letter I received from you today! I am only sorry that I can’t think of enough to tell you to make this one as long. Still I have a try. Apart from throwing it down with rain continually from last Friday to today, very little has happened here. All the men have been out on exercise & so things have been even quieter than usual this week (if that’s possible)! To celebrate their return, however, we are holding a dance this evening, but unless the weather clears up & the girls from the surrounding villages come in on their cycles, there will not be many partners, I don’t suppose. I wish you were within cycling distance of this place. There would be some interest in the dance for me then. It seems much longer than three months since I held you in my arms & danced with you in the Palais at Nottingham; an enjoyable night that, despite the fact that it was warm inside and wet out! I wonder if