Thursday, 20 April, 1944
G.H.N. 20-4-44 My Own Darling, An air letter and a sea letter arrived from you yesterday so I consider it was my lucky day. The sea letter was the one containing the snaps you had taken in the cafe. I think that they are very good ones. Have you sent any home? If not I will take these when I go again. How is it that a fountain pen never lasts long with me? I have broken this nib and it is really a nightmare trying to make it scratch this letter to you. Yes, I know that I need not try and put the shame of my bad writing on to this broken pen nib and I also know that it cannot make it much more illegible than it usually is. (Thought that I would save you the trouble of passing a few sarcastic comments). Vera decided to surprise me yesterday. She baked me one of her special malt loaves. My friends here and myself certainly appreciated it. Ah! That is better – a friend has lent me her pen. I may probably be going home n...