Thursday, 30 July, 1942
11 PM Thursday My darling, I have been thinking about you most of the day, wondering where you are and what you are doing. I do hope that you find every-thing up to expectations and that the weather is kind to you. I suppose you think I am crazy writing letters at this hour of night when I shall be called again at 6 a.m. Maybe I am crazy about you! I always feel that I can write better at night somehow. I was surprised to find in your letter this morning, that you were not leaving until Tuesday. I thought it was Monday morning. So you would pass through Gretna Green? Well! What do you think of the place? Is it as romantic as it is supposed to be? I understand that marriages are not performed at Gretna Green now. Is it true? I am afraid that I must finish this to-morrow. It is nearly time for lights out. Until to-morrow my darling – good-night. Friday, 3.45 p.m. It is a glorious day to-day. ...