Monday, 17 July, 1944
Grimethorpe 17.7.44 (151) My Own Darling, Monday morning usually brings a letter from you but the postman decided to pass me by this morning. However, there will probably be a letter from you tomorrow. Not much has happened here since I last wrote you. Not that one expects much to happen in Grimethorpe! Yesterday I spent most of my time sewing. I was making pillowcases. “Not exciting” you will probably say but I got quite a thrill...