Friday, 3 November, 1944
Grimethorpe 3.11.44 205 My Own Precious Darling, I always try to get everybody to bed before I write to you but tonight Father seemed to potter around doing dozens of things and now it is 11.15 p/m and he has just said Good-night. Ah me! these men folk can be trying at times! This morning's post brought me a letter which you had written on Oct 29 th . You had just returned from a long walk and you remarked how different England will be looking from Italy. Yes Darling, I suppose that it is. The trees here are almost bare now and the roads are covered with ...