Monday, 6 April, 1942

The Nurses Home, General Hospital, Nottingham

Ward: Anderson   Monday evening  11.45 to be precise​

 

My dear Stan,

 

Thanks for the quick reply to my letter which I received this AM.  To start with, my pen nib is quivering slightly but having dropped it three times this morning I am not surprised – therefore – having made apologies for my pen nib I will proceed with my letter.

 

You asked me to assure you that I can spare the time to see you this weekend.  Well – how does one set about assuring another person?  I will do my best however – I really & truly – most certainly and positively can spare the time to see you this week-end.  Now will that do? If it will not I am afraid that you will have to teach me how it is done during the aforesaid week-end.

 

You also wanted to know what we are going to do with our time – well – I think that if I meet you at Cudworth and let you go to see your mother for a few minutes – then see you later and we go to Elmsall or somewhere near.  I don’t suppose you will feel very energetic and I certainly shall not feel like dancing as I shall not have been in bed since 7 p.m. the evening before.

 

By the way, Stan, please don’t get yourself into trouble trying to get home to see me – it is not worth it – really.

 

I thought that I was actually going to write your letter without a break.  I never do manage it and I have not managed it this time.  Just as I got to the middle of the second page the ‘phone rang and I was informed that a child of 8, a perforated appendics was to be admitted.  Ah me!  I am managing to finish it at meal time so you should get it by Wednesday evening or Thursday morning.

 

I think that I will finish rambling now and get down to some swotting, I have to do it now or at the week-end and I think doing it now is the lesser of the two evils so cheerio.

 

Love Grace xxx

 

PS  I am sorry but I have just remembered that I have not thanked you for the newspaper cutting of yourself.  Both Kit and I think that it is quite good, but don’t forget, an actual snap would be appreciated.

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